Someone dropped a pen.
His name was Prose.
'Write.' Said he.
'Use it to bind ideas
With its tears as the rope.'
So I tried.
But my strength
Rattles with his weight.
'Let me interfere.'
Said Poetry.
'Scrape what you have done
And let your heart
Do the talking.'
So I did.
Now I speak
In deeper linings.
And let your heart Do the talking. nice personification, well written symbolistic poem 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write....indeed poetry makes us go deeper...