How My Voice Go Alone In The Vacuum! Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Because I know how
the trees tremble,
When wind blowing!
How my voice
Go alone in the vacuum!

I became a chord
Between the violin chords,
A tender tune flow..
Above the lips of lovers.

I became a letter in novel,
A deep calm voice to
A deer's dreams
In the seduction chord.

Transparent desire;
Paint in the night's gasp
The sense of the moon.
I became a chord
Respond to echo.

A chord pours the tunes
Whispers in the vacuum,
As anthem tune of doors stridor
When wind shakes branches of trees,
And when my voice
Go alone In the vacuum.