Do not punish me
for wanting to poeticize
an ideal inspired by
a woman wandering
through a crowd,
because she was words
and nothing more
than just sad words.
If you're going to punish me
then punish my heart
for its tendency to run
to whomever calls it,
because it certainly ran
when it heard her voice –
how surprisingly hard it ran
to reach those sad words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem