the finale
never have words
and silence falls
on the minds
there are no moments
beyond the time and space
where no sun rises or sets
and no notion
creeps in darkness
exits never have doors
there is no chance
to regret over
missed blind ends
the only wayside
is to wait
for infinite
a never ending tale
of creation
and subversion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem