Swallowed thoughts
Spill over into collections of words
lines drawn from fevered fingertips
strung together that since laid bare
left berefed & wondering
hoping the day
another glimps
Eyes shone through lowered black lashes
Hopes
the new day
the memories cast anew
Tucked away in that safe place
to go over and over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem