Would you?
Could you?
Chat the night and day away,
To traverse thought.
My thought to your thought,
Your thought to mine.
A heart to heart broken.
Yours can heal.
Mine can not.
Did you hear the false dawn?
Just speaking out of thought.
The gift that goes on constantly,
This freedom of the mind.
As to retreat ınwardly,
A treat of all kinds.
Where ın a mind you can retreat.
Where ın a mind you can ımagine.
A life that never was,
Or something that should have happened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem