I need all my notes,
Not just some of them.
To conclude those poems,
And reach their outcome.
There's parts of this,
And some parts of that.
That need a destination,
To finally arrive at.
Bits of written paper,
Strewn here and there.
God they're endless,
Stashed everywhere.
I'll double my efforts,
My notes I'll find.
And tomorrow evening,
Conclusions defined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem