So it seems
you’re silent.
I cried out to you again
…
s i l e n c e
.
There’s always silence.
The only time I hear you
is when I’m okay.
So, I guess I’ll have to try harder to
listen(ing) .
There was a terrible wind,
and you weren’t there.
There was an earthquake,
and you weren’t there either.
There was a fire,
but you still weren’t there.
And now
…
silence
God is in the silence,
they say…
so they say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem