Intense feelings sitting back on their haunches,
watching for an opening to come out upon the
desert of imagination.
Knowing the explicit tones needed to be portrayed
in colorful prose, seething with an effervescent
aura, wanting to be expressed and not held back.
Sorrow coming to the forefront, listening to
thinking and silently, timidly, sneaking out into
consciousness to be close to it's mind.
Teardrops now falling out of a pen, tracing the pain,
causing their grief in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem expressing the unending dreams to be given shape, simultaneously the grief and sorrows also pricking along