She sings
In her neck I can see
Blood cells bubble in veins,
(I used to see this in Hana Spring)
Rain-like-tear washes windows of her eyes
I shout and reach out, with my hand, head and lips
“Let me lick”
And I plea:
“Your belief...honesty...of your singing and you sing”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem