these are just notes
of a journey
they are like stones that i
put upon
a boundary
sands that i spread
sometimes
over my body under the sun
these are just markings
of a page
but when you follow each note
each stone
each sand
and which could be so agonizing
and tiresome
then you will begin to see
what others have not yet seen
we shall call these not notes
or marking anymore
who knows, these are all
the lives
we all once had
and as they all tell you
there is no going back
because there is no end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem