What are those numbers called,
Please don't tell me...
I'd rather not know than have death defined...
Those numbers that go nowhere, but installed
Within our system that we'd like to flee
Have no divisor and won't leave our mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem says a lot in so few lines. Nice work. (I hate to hear my numbers, too!) Raynette