beautiful ending, you have brought me -
in the days floating through the air
passing by, their doors opening to me.
we begin.
colors are somewhere,
i'm glad it's raining.
the birds are returning.
a stapler waits on the desk, hungry.
open, swisht -
dzifbst - close. doors. days.
trains into the tunnels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem