why is this like a snail beneath a foot?
why is it like a balloon freshly popped?
how is it possible, to have nothing,
with nothing taken?
is it ok if i never defrost?
id much rather prefer to stay cool and together
if i vowel that the summer sun shall never reach it
will i too be left untouched? Unreached?
untouched, unreached?
not soiled, not ruined!
not fake, not real
unseen, untouched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem