A poet…
A soul who will continue to write
When there is nothing left to write
About
A voyager who won’t stop until
There is no place to travel
To
A poem…
A bunch of senseless words
Giving purposely a sense to the
Universe
Poets don’t write poems nor
Books of poetry but
Draw or attempt to draw small
Open windows
To let in breezes from the unseen world
Be breathed in the seen one
Or vice versa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem