words are poor excuses for feelings
never on the mark
sometimes too high
sometimes too low
often, just 'off'
these days, we share only words,
because, these poor orphans (words)
are the family we have
my orphans are trying to hit the mark
and if they do - how lucky
if not, simply ignore them
go to your heart,
close your eyes
listen to the rhythm
feel your pulse
there I am
with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
denuding yourself to the basics. quite a weird but mind provoking poem. keep on rik.