You can not see, you do not hear
what you know is unclear
Your heart in your tongue
leaks through short circuits sprung
Images in a broken mirror
shiny pictures on a rusted tear
echoes of painted shards
fall as hail on neighbor's yards
Picked as harvested cotton
woven tapestries forgotten
water marks in an empty tank
another memory of a poem that sank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem