Maybe in another
ten years or so
something poetical
within me, shall mature...
c'mon grow into something
I don't already know...
not that I know that much,
but something that I can account
for, a changeable formidible
slice of new experience,
the invention within
me is getting quite dry,
do I try hard enough,
do I lie to myself
without really thinking?
simple rain drops
hit the window,
they're probably trickling
down,
down...
I am
running
down
with them,
as far as I know
everything's clear!
perhaps they're soft
subtle diamonds waiting
to harden...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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