A thought spread out on paper
A universe of words
where words and rhymes
They are at times
More complex than their worth
As ink it is forgotten
Crossed out by technic hype
I sprawl down here
Words that are clear
as from my screen they shine
Seeing as I'm reading
As so many times before
I scribble with a tiny pencil
(unto a tiny paper)
In a place where none but me
Did ever write before
It is a place I hide for hype
And hide for technicalities
where text and rhymes
for better times
with glee abide
T'is in my heart they all reside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed the journey profoundly.