holding and holding
awaiting for a word
but nothing and something
is written and is said.
the pen fiiled with ink
carries not a word
the mind tries to think
and not a line is made.
holding and holding
awaiting for a word
but nothing and something
is written and is said.
rhymes come and go
and one is never caught,
a poem without a soul
is what i've nevevr wrote.
holding and holding
awaiting for a word
but nothing and something
is written and is said.
the heart filled with song
and yet cannot sing
pages turning on
without a single thing
deeper and deeper
thoughts come and go
then what comes after
is a poem without a soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem