You're not alone
with a plan of action, you can move forward and catch a glimpse of light at the end of this tunnel of self-isolation, my friend keeps scratching his head to find some nice words that comfort me.
slanted moonlight
in bed I curl around
this emptiness
in predawn darkness
awake from a dream of death...
heart-to-heart with myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem