if you close
a bottle
and air is trapped
so with the fruit
fly in there
which, by its tiny
size is
so insignificant and
at most
is not visible to the
naked eye
but somehow this is the
test of your
poetic sense
the one who sees the
dead fruit fly can write
first
the elegy of the
insignificant
trying to make something
invisible
immortal....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem