like leaves they shall fly away
weather they may change
sun they may shine
or go to their fate
Still, the question remains the same
How much is locked in me
will be exhausted
or created
The words that i lock in
rhymes
how much would they stay
not stay
irrespective of
what i would say
i may be prejudiced if i say
not say
see and unsee
let thoughts stray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like leaves they shall fly away, ... but let my thoughts stray. A nice piece no doubt, but there is a deluge of words, words, words, good, not so good, and indifferent.