i find your picture
inside the page of my favoritie book
and today i look at it again
and i feel nothing
anymore
i fold it into two
and then i decide
to tear it into fine pieces and
throw all them away
into the big
murky river
i guess it is time
to bury old memories
to blow off old flames
old feelings deep
down under
the cold
soil
of forgetting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem