there is hole
so hollow inside our
chest
and through the ribs
we pretend
that we are hard and
so protected
there is this hole so hollow
that the winds come and live there
but we know what to do
we make the winds sing
our favorite songs
and the hollowness that sings
fills the air
giving joy to the sky
and the moon and the stars....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem