Everyday a blank page asks
What do you have to say?
How should I answer?
Turns out
Of all things running
Of all things making stations-
Populating then unpopulating my mind
Of all things-
I do not wish to talk
about a single one
So-
Every day a blank page asks
What do you wish to say?
...and remains blank.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem shared...well done! ! !