I sometimes wonder
Why I write so many words
And call their poems
Is it fame I seek?
Or perhaps only
Eternal justification?
But the words come
And I write them
And I feel alive
More alive in writing them
One day soon this will end
And it will not matter much
That I wrote too many words
And too much loved
And wanted to belong to Literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem