Commenting
I read your comments
i read what you thought
I had meant to say
I read and reread and read again
My heart bled at each stroke of the pen
That said what you said
My eyes leaped to the compliments
That always seemed shorter the longer I read
Wanting, I search for the critic, who
Will set me free
Shimon Weinroth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem