My verses, like once ago
Do not speak of beauty
Nor hope, nor love
I look at my hand
The pen in that hand
And I can't understand
These thoughts I write
Shapeless, Lifeless
Until my fingers casts them
Unto the paper, for ever
To make me wonder:
How can I think this?
How can I feel this?
I wonder in silence
Not thinking, just writing...
Oh, sweet words of mine,
Where have you gone?
Dear ink, why just this?
I pray silently, under these
verses, that someday
Once again, like once ago
I can speak of beauty,
Of hope, of love.
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-Dec 27,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel your sadness.