Night is not naked
And let me talk to it.
The darkest sound is
Within our own body and
Let me listen to it.
Here is a moon and
Here is a woman
And they are burning
And there is the fire
Let me see it.
I am looking at me
And it is true like You,
My tongue and my ears
Are on their on ways, true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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