I'm afraid,
I'm going
to feel
fatigue.
No poem
is taking
birth this night.
I have held
my head
up in the
sky,
no drop
of rain
came.
The blue
is dry,
as if cosmos
turned
his face
from me
and I
am weeping
under the
blank-sheet
of hollow!
I'm lost!
Can't say
who I'm,
who's my
friend,
and whether
I love anyone!
I'm just
a new born
poet asking
you my name- - -
Who am I? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem.asking.Who am I? Well written. Loved it.