My words are very common
Not so hard,
Weighs less than the softest heart
Of a singing bird.
They are like tiny fishes in aquarium
Have the odor of sea,
They have no hands like human
Yet they touch me.
My words hide inside my heart
I hide inside them
They fool me when I write poem
Hide into the brain.
My words know the address...
Residence of my feeling
They know the cause of weakness
And the trick of heeling.
My words teach me in dream
They know me better
They explain me about the tears
In the language of water.
They don't require me to write them
Willingly present with courage
My words can tell pirate's story
Creates the rhythm of voyage.
My words are very simple
Like the miniature form of life
They lead, obey, and guide me
Sometime like my wife.
I write poem with those words
It looks like a tiny port
I touch it again and again
Like a passenger boat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem