I wrote more than Ican read again
I wrote
And loved the writing
And when the writing was done
I left it
For other readers-
And so,
I do not know myself well
Do not know what I have written
Only that in the time of writing it
There was meaning in life
A purpose-
And readers or no readers
Myself included
I cannot regret
The process of writing
For it has been my life-
I only wish
The writing had been better.
'And so, l did not know myself well! Writing. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Welcome to 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a true writer only knows to write and write as like as flowing rivers where tide wait for none///beautiful poem