One thing that waits is the atmosphere
it waits for the flying organic birds
the flying inorganic birds also
only the birds are not worth its wait
it waits for words to record
even of good and evil all it allows
to send back to the speaker's reality
speak! ! ! speak! ! ! the atmosphere is waiting
speak into the atmosphere and own reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem