And other times she wouldn't be fast enough, so she'd be running and running, and she wouldn't get to the house and the poem would barrel through her and she would miss it and she said it would continue on across the landscape, looking, as she put it "for another poet."
ڕابکات و ڕابکات و ڕابکات، دەگەیشتەوە ماڵەوە هۆنراوەکە دەڕوات ولەدەستی دەچوو دەیگوت ئەو بە بەردەوامی بەلای دیمەنە سروشتیەکاندا دەڕوات وە سەیریان دەکات تاکو بیانکات بە سیحرێکی تر پاشان دواتر و لەم کاتانەدا