nd that was the violence
who were able to break the pure thoughts into fragments
after the mornings when you woke up tired
wherever you looked
while your neck was tense and heavy
and yours and hers
in empathy
overlapped with each other
you first
then she
but she did not know how to do it well
this nervous cover
covering the heart of the other
with an electric gray
spark of thought
he seemed blind and the sparks seemed blind
and she asks the other what's going on
why he comes blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem