Need
Yes dear
This can be my last request
and it can be the start of a pain
I need a pen
and I need some paper
I am using what I have to write
This will be the end
unless you send
I have containers filled
heart and mind and amphora
to tell
I must write
I need pen
I need paper
And ears
If not you may
Listen to my grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem