Apologies....
the ones having to do with not meeting the standard of silence...
of being herself, adulterated only with joy
on everyone's
terms
that were.....irresistible even to the most rigid of hearts: 'I suffer in silence, and so should you'
'you shall adapt/I shall waffle/slightly wave in the bries and in the gorgonzolas yet remain steadfast in my core once molten now solidified with jagged edges that cause internal bleeding of which I say nothing and you must be still be still be still'...do you hear me/I do not hear you/do you hear me/do you/do you/do you..you have gone... you are.... gone....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem