I had better not speak
to you in these verses.
Better my heart to remain
closed and
I
I keep the keys of iron.
The Times pass and yet
the Icon of Sadness remains
the keyboard clicked in vain.
Bitter the chill winds
neighed around the corners of
the dilapidated house.
When time has passed and you
do not bring it in again
then sit and wait
Destiny be round the corner
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem