As in a dream
Closed
Closed walls
High walls
And I
I inside
The tomb
Face upwards
Reveries and reveling
But in dreams
In dreams of sweat
My mother calls
‘Come!
Come to me!
I wait.'
The cold wind blows
Breaks the surreal quiet
And
Some leaves move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem