Because I know how
the trees tremble,
When wind blowing!
How my voice
Go alone in the vacuum!
I became a chord
Between the violin chords,
A tender tune flow..
Above the lips of lovers.
I became a letter in novel,
A deep calm voice to
A deer's dreams
In the seduction chord.
Transparent desire;
Paint in the night's gasp
The sense of the moon.
I became a chord
Respond to echo.
A chord pours the tunes
Whispers in the vacuum,
As anthem tune of doors stridor
When wind shakes branches of trees,
And when my voice
Go alone In the vacuum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem