i started parting from things i own
very carefully wrap them in plastic
then laid them one by one in can
to be delivered to their resting place
i wonder who can take fancy on them
maybe forgotten then buried in trash
so many years these did stockpiles
serving as memories or just unwanted
piece that one time pleases me much
i arrive on this sanctuary so many years
i remember one thing i have nice sleep
after writing each thousands of poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem