The Mystery Writer lives
In each broken heart
A voice that was silenced
By a love that was lost
Writing words on
A blank page
Melding love
With a touch of rage
Although he may
Never speak
It's not a sound
That you seek
It's being able
To read the thoughts
Of a love
That's been lost
There's a Mystery Writer
In each human being
It's when we shout
Without a scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem