2022.01.05.
The Sparrow
Almost alive, not chittering even
the sparrow is frozen completely
As soon as he sees a laden wagon,
drops down stone-like immediately.
And he trembles over the smallest grains,
is flying to the attic with them.
And, look, there will induce no detriments
the fact that it is so hard for him.
2018.04.21.
In my upper room
My upper room is bright
Because of a night star.
Mother will take a bucket and
Will silently bring water.
My red flowers
in the garden have all wilted.
A boat on the river's shallow edge
Soon will be completely rotten.
The lacy shadow of a willow
is napping on my wall.
Tommorow under that willow
I will have a busy day.
I will water the flowers
I will be thinking about my fate
And till the night star
I'll be crafting a boat for myself