Scratch it...I'm done
It only lasts so long
It comes, it expresses
It goes
It knows what it knows
Then
It makes a noise that becomes harder to hear
It pounds and scratches
It whistles and beats
Tosses and turns
And flies from left to right
Hold on as I might
It
Like water...
Can not be held
When it doesn't want to
It will run like a river
Or
Crawl like a creak
Bring into a wave
Lap at the shore
Form peaks and foam
And try not to dry up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem