The voice echoes through the walls
Hearing a buzzing sound
Seems like someone is throwing stuff here and there
All around
Feeling someone's presence
When no one's around
Nowadays nights changes faster than any other wound
Thinking that someone is carrying my soul
But drops it in the middle
I wake up with a tired body
What kind of sign is this?
Hearing a man screaming in pain
Or a woman crying in labour
The clock stops and starts on its own
The time seems to keep up
People say this mystery is cursed
The couples soul cry in warm shelter
For the past years
No one Agreed to figure out this thunder
Only thing they say
‘May the couple rest in peace forever ‘
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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