Short
verse but felt
into the heart
where
it touched the chord strings
the writing on the wall
that was at night
disappeared in Dawn all
out of sight;
I saw
a Hand that wrote as with
charcoal
black clear letters, large
for eyes to read
yet little before Dawn
a white hand delicate
passed over the writing on
the wall and
swept it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem