Is the writing honeymoon over?
Must I now beg You,
with my stubborness
and perseverence,
for every
letter,
syllable
and word
or remain barren?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was just thinking that myself of late. 'Where once it flowed like a golden stream, now my words mere debris... makes me want to scream.' I think I could post this! : -) I could relate to your poem so well.