to scribble
in symbols, some lines
drawn by the sharpness of
a knife
upon a bark of a tree
or this steel chisel
upon a rock
some dashes of
my stick
upon the sands
i ponder upon these truths
it is raining again
slowly some lines shall be taken away
the sea rises and its tongues of waves
lick the smooth thigh of the shore
romance, and love
lines that are dissolving upon the water
and the gentle rain
that robs me slowly
of what i remember
silence sits upon my lips
longer
and i do not wish to drive it away
somehow
it is making me happier
the deep sea
settles upon my forehead
sinks there
like a boat where all the passengers
scream
only for a while only to be swallowed
whole
by that big mouth
of emptiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem