What do I need poems for
Early in the morning
Waking up lucid
From a dream
Of last
Night
Picked
Up my tab
Run straight
Down a path of
Scraggly trees, on
Bare feet, catching my
Breath, words come tumbling
Into poem bins for safekeeping
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brother go on dreaming and writing poems, it's a nice poem with beautiful ending.
Out of something ugly comes beauty. If I was not hurt, would I know how it feels exactly and take care not to take anyone's attention lightly? Hurting has made me kinder, not the opposite.: -)