It blinks and blinks
The mind thinks
What better word rhymes
With lime, would it be a crime
If I were to be frank
That the mind was blank
So was the page,
As the cursor blink
The mind thinks
The eyes stare
Without wordsthe mind compare
The cursor to a dancer on stage.
Dancing on a blank page
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A nice work, Chikondi. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks