I think of you often.
In the morning, late at night,
but those thoughts go unvoiced,
the mortal touch goes unfelt.
It's easier to keep to myself,
to avert my gaze deliberately.
it's safer to keep ravenous.
It's simpler to bamboozle with silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem gets five stars for the picture alone! As a poet, you cannot keep yourself bottled up or confined to a can. You must express yourself!