at this moment
i am writing
i am writing for
no one
not even for myself
or perhaps
i am writing because
i have nothing more
important to be done.
at this moment
my business is just
to write and keep on
writing until i get
sleepy
at this moment of
an afternoon
i am alone again
and i am trying to fill
a void
within.
this is the moment
as in other moments
nothing divine
nothing physical
a play with words
passing time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem