I am not a poet
Just a little girl
With pen and paper
And a mind that never sleeps
Hoping my worries will flow away with the ink
The night is my favorite
Cos there is enough silence to listen to my voices
Just realizing the weight of the noise
Carried by the night
Is more than it can bare
The tears on my paper makes me feel
At least there's hope for my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice write, Fadedesewa. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks