the mind does not complain
if the socks and the shoes are still stuck
your toes without air keeps on breathing
in the darkness of your
early dreams
sleeps takes you with your clothes on
someone beside you
keeps company and in the middle of your
conversation
you do not remember if a kiss is planted
on your forehead or your hair
or your neck
or was it on your lips?
your eyes close
you do not mind if the lights are still waking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem