There were no words
Just some spaces and notes
A long pause left in the air
Like the Ballad in G Minor
My god, left no traces of laughter
Some weak moments rose
From listless habits
Like a poetry in living
The cadence, no more
Like a shattering wind
Made a sordid knock
To the next event
Of reading with a heart
My eyes in agony
Looked up to the floating piece
Of a bygone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem