you must have heard the
cymbals
and the sounds of the broken
glasses
the rolling coins on the floor
the snap of the guitar
string
a tap on the wall
someone makes the signals
a pebble on the
glass window
the wings of the fireflies
tired of the
lights
eclectic, all sorts,
everything, what do you really
love to hear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem