I am trying not to
think loud, analyse, undress scars.
Tremors will answer.
Not understood well.
Will write charity of giving
blood to unborn poems.
Sounds and dust have
no names. I bounce back
to claim my right to unspeak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I bounce back to claim my right to unspeak..... //..... This is just amazing. Thanks.