my knees
caressing the rugs
i'm hugging my bed
reading what i have written
feeling happy
i'm in awe
i wrote five of 'em
in so short time
what am i racing
none, just love writing
whatever comes to mind
but i never forgot about you
you always have comments
i wonder what would be today
besides ' take a rest, you get sick'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
streams of consciousness. let thoughts flow like water seeking its death to the sea. and then you are free. thanks for sending me your message. continue to write, because that is the only way to be a writer. continue to dream. that is the only way to be a poet.