at the end
of it all there is
no need for
logic anymore
at the time when
you were alive
so much has been used
and yet the ending
comes and it is a closed
door meeting
between you and yourself
or
with someone else and then
you both leave
and where's the logic here?
you have kept so much
built more
and confined to just
that
now where are you?
here i am still thirsty and
hungry for all your
explanations
the butterflies and
flowers
have kept to themselves
the truths
that they do not have to
speak to us
simply because they are
too obvious
and we still fail to keep
them by heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem