what is your intention
writing in the language of your own,
not to be understood purposely
shutting yourself
inside your mouth
your words
you chew and swallow
and hide some treasures
circuitously inside your large and small intestines
in time
coming out like the lines that you still like to own
now on the ground
dried
your name and
your shadow
rained hopefully some little
flowers shall start to grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem