forgive him
he could have written more
and you could have read his mind
and tell yourself
he is this and he is that
his pain and his joys
his vision and his mission
you begin to know and feel and
perhaps start the rage of time
and the seasons
that change and never stop
he could have written more and you could
have experienced the love between the lines of this words
but time is so strict and cruel and it tells him
time is up
raise your hand and leave this place
and so he stopped and then he left
and then he vanished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem