I hear you talking to me again.
Your talking to me as the wind whispers.
Still I hear your gruffly voice.
It was your fualt you made me do it.
Its what happens to naughty girls.
You talk to me still.
Your voices as scary as ever before.
You talk as the wind whispers.
Will I ever be rid of you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is the title that attracted my attention.yes, it is nice listening to your whisper with words