at five in the morning
the church bells sound
and she wakes up
dresses up and
there she goes with
her religious rites
at the same hour
when i am alone
i open my computer
scribble some words
to make some poems
whichever is the way to
God's heart
i do not know
i still have to figure out
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
poems as prayers?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem