Voices, Always Reminders

My sighs
not yet betrayed
for his desires,
My sighs
not yet yearned
for a figurative wish,

My sighs
not yet imprisoned
in her lullaby,

Voices, always reminders,

Yesterday, a cuckoo sang
of frozen dreams,

At times, I hear coughing sounds
of a whirling puzzle,

My voice hears me not,

Am I silented to speak?