Voice Poem by jan fuentez
Voice
The phone beeps in a second or two
A message is in the process
Either from a friend or a foe
Did'nt take a glance, not a chance
Unmindful of what's in store inside
So weary to get up in this bedside
Suddenly a voice softly dictates
Hey, stand up
Take time to listen, to care, to stop
Which proved out exciting and
Beyond imagination
The world becomes clearer now
With that alone somehow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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