Clean white sheets
Will Hold my soul
As best I know
My hand bestow
From heart to page
From hand is laid
Things undiscovered
Thing under cover
Yet more than thought
That might be caught
More then feelings
My whole being
The whole not here
Forever fearing
but something more
as yet unborn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow nice figurative... rules of poetry is applied... it is unique, in a way.