The smallest song is,
- -Hum~~~
He continuous song is,
- -Rain~~~
The vulgar song that we sing is,
- -Pain~~~~
When the whirr
Of human stops
Makes
Others
Rhythm less,
The whirr
On grave
The churr,
Dead can’t listen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fantastic write- -taking the sounds of life and building your poem on them is so real and powerful