when there will already be no me
spit three times
on the wind
and cross yourself
so that I don't return
never as the boomerang
then you will find
Silence
it will greet with emptiness
and with vastness of longing
long you won't find
a remedy but
you will be yourself
Partings, passing, the passage of time. Good writing at these topics, is an art.Very much easily it is possible to fall into snares words. Then, only remain, above itself hard-luck story above oneself and the fate. Here, it isn't threatening. Good. It is worthwhile reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Witty composition, nicely penned. 10+