Another day
it does not fail to come
as usual
it is another waking
and talking and
walking
and wanting to be
silent
once more
it is just another day
nothing significant really
you see love
but it has never seen you
oh, it is just another circuitous day
attuned now
to something that does not begin
and somehow does not
know how to end
where and when to cut clearly &
what clean really means
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem