there are many voices
not just two, you keep telling me,
one voice says 'Enough'
the second one says 'Move'
and there are other voices
which i refuse to hear
because i am tired
and there is one that
solely comforts me
'Don't mind! '
sleepy, tender, independent,
mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem