(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
With each step,
shards pierce,
my soul.
His love in-coexistence
no hope,
he has no predilection for me.
Fanfare!
for his harem,
parade.
Wretchedly,
I stand before you!
with self neglect.
Sparrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
despondency...it co-exists with us...well said.. a lovely poem..