It's empty.
No life.
Void.
All stops.
It's empty.
A cobweb.
Chaos.
It turns.
It's empty.
A dead tree.
Disorder.
Faster.
It's empty.
A rose petal.
Almost.
Almost.
It's empty.
No life.
Void.
All stops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem