there it is again...
like it fell from the moon
without warning
sometimes the buzz grows louder
a wordless guttural roar of rage
that seems no more
than a breaths distance away
sometimes it fades to a dull murmur
yet when this trouble comes,
it comes silently
and suddenly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You describe it perfectly. 10 from Tai