i called at night
spoke of whatever.
the voices were shushed
in this bad economic weather
she spoke the untold
i spoke the foretold.
she said of love,
i said it was a feather.
she referenced a feathers strength
i said it could be better.
we went back to being useless
saying whatever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem