These little words
That I'll write upon this page
Won't be profound.
They will have little meaning
If any at all.
They won't make a sound
Or taste like copper.
They'll slip from my brain
Into the grasp of any
That care to grasp.
Someone take hold of what I say
And conjure up a definition for me.
Get your dictionary.
I hurt:
Do you know the meaning?
I can't afford one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem