The mind of a heart
The heart of a mind
Are two souls of a word
The word of all meanings
The word of all surrealism
When the ink you seal it with
Is the light you see it by
The word that writes you now
Before you write the poem
The word that tells you here
Before you tell the world
Through no me in four below
Through no me no life to live
Through no me no love to have
Through no me you are no one
Through no me you are no man
For i am in every sense
Your only earned..
Sense freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem