I don't like the sound
of being alone.
It's like
Thunder
without the
Flash.
The sound of one hand clapping
or an actor
without an act.
Life without breath
the morning without dew.
The ocean with no water
or me without you.
(1998)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way this poem expresses being alone without the one you want. H