to keep abreast
we shorten it
to finish it
we end it.
and then you become
silent.
and this is the problem.
there is no sound which
can be heard in this silence
its depth which we want to
measure
is like a well when we
drop the coin
it is just the splash which
we remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem