i too have a voice
that i call my own.
you may not hear it
you may not have
heard it. Perhaps, only
the frogs on the rainy
days of my life
or perhaps the cicadas
that wake only once
and sleep for years.
i have a voice and i
hear it inside my ears
reverberating to the
the channels and chambers
of my heart. Perhaps only
the night hears it, or
perhaps only the the
pillows when with tears
i rest in silence,
alone with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem