waiting
waiting
for
the
verses
to
come
I
the
parched
Throat
and
Voice
that
hungers
and
when
the
waters
pour
cool
and
earthy
in
this
Voice
this
Throat
of
the
Parched
I
feel
waking
dusk
and
night
and
the
night
stars
and
moon
and
silence
fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem