the hours
as spoons
you are the
best soup
the spoons
take you like
mouths of
hungry workers
you are consumed
and what you see
is an empty bowl
and this gives
you a sense of
fulfillment since
you have served
so well and what
is left of you
is the silence
and the emptiness
which is what is
life all about:
giving and giving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem