I can see the ink running through the blank pages of my notebook
I can see the words dancing in a sweet melody..
laughing and screaming in every page they jump
I see them making a river of tears
showing me the path I have been trough
showing me every moment of my life
It's time to take out the knife from my heart
and remove my blood with your tears
..till the ink of my pen stops writing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem