by Vinko Kalinić
I don't need a title
nor the body of the poem
so the poem can exist
your voice is just enough
that overflows in my head
even when you're miles away
and you aren't here
and when I'm alone
when nothing exists
only the pure thought
which always exists
and which is ME
in which we sail together
through the spaces that exist
and the ones that don't exist
- YOU, who is silent
and ME, who listens to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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