we say the words
and ought to say them
because a certain
reality exists
either
it is bugging us or
it is making us experience
the flights of our
spirits
in blissful journeys
to an edgeless
universe
most of the time
when we are at peace
we say nothing
as though the new solitude
that we have found
is a woman
silent
because there is no way
that a word can enter
her mouth
now so full
of happiness
her thoughts filling
her mind
with so much joy
that she has turned herself
in an open world
now
volunteering as
nothing but
a mere
spectator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem