Perhaps we should put it off
A quiver ran through her
A tunnel where few existed
Sticking out to the side
I wouldn't express it in that way
Too few to understand
Acquaintance on remote
To slip backstage
A box set of all this
What level is the micro
No option but
What did I do
Cats that do yoga
Envisaged, envisaged
Incomprehensible to anyone
We see in the mirror
Mingling with the fears
Could have cared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem