loud, it is squeaking swing on cords.
nobody is feeling, sorry for it
nobody will grease.
they are using, and are using
and then they are complaining
that it is squeaking,
it is squawking,
and have hoarseness,
like after influenza.
similarly, is with emotions.
you are jawing away,
you are jawing away
and then,
you don't know how to unwrap
reel which you rolled up
hold scissors and cut
the knot which is disturbing in two.
you won't lose the time
and the effect will be
immediate
and how you have the cat
it even better.
everyone will understand you,
even if all would have to pretend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem