thank god for my forgetfulness
i can read some of my poems
like they were written by somebody's else
appreciate them with total impartiality
like walking through a paradise of varied blooms
the best shot is in the discovery that they are
actually from the garden of my thoughts
such beautiful thngs, oh my God did i write this?
did i write this? the heart that would scream
thank God, thank God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved this poem of yours. so true