I'm those erassed words in an untitled book
I'm that two hands in the world that never shook
I'm the pain and the grief of a helpless man
I am the forgotten writings of a plan
I know, I'm the frustration and agitation
And the lie in every man's imagination
I'm the silence of the darkness
And the minds of all the thoughtless
True, I am a particle of an old history
The invisible fingerprints of a mystery
But I'm nobody, not happy, sad nor shy
I am not like the wind that pass everyone by
Like the ripple in a pond and the stones in the sea
And the flowers in the autumn that are always free
But infact I'm nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great sadness is taking over this poem, My eyes are teary and i wanna cry, it's a deep poem.touched my heart, 10/10