I always leave a pen
Somewhere, anywhere vague.
In the middle of the night.
While looking kindly
For inspiration, not cliches.
The night is young,
And I am old,
But not in mind or heart.
Save me from quotations.
Are we all just passing strangers,
Or God-given Eve and Adam?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliantly written poetic expression...10++