There is no entrance, no exit..;
No doors, no stairs,
No, windows..
No..voice shaking over
The telephone..!
,
There is only:
walls and barbed wire
Of the night,
Pages in minuscule words..
So it's hard for anyone to read,
Radio without antenna..
Picks only the whistling of the wind,
,
And a heart as an airless tire
Holding only memorabilia..
Of elapsed things..
And..images of my beloved..
Where they all embodied in you..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sound different, enigmatic, authentic, lovely and solid, yet it mirroring someone's mind...to me it is, keep writing Fatima, this sound as cool wind as write_soul