Expression through authored words often goes unheard
Though sometimes I may hold my tongue
These thoughts still live among
Where some may see nothing at all
The writer will envision a world he saw
A world where newfound beauty lie
and his dreams buried alive...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true and very vivid portrait of a writer, sometimes we see things differently that other people think of us as weird.