An unseen hand
spun threads out of my grief.
They were colourful threads.
I liked it very much.
The unseen hand
placed the colourful
threads on my breasts
and I slept peacefully.
In the depth of the night
the unseen hand pulled
the thread making me naked.
I did not feel shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem