Upon an old tale
We stood, then stare
At a blank page
With no word to spell
The flow replayed
On our very head
How things started
How the story went
Yet we have no ink
To write the story
We dare not to end
The white page we've long stared
And that's how ‘Us' go
Silent still, keep thinking
As the chance near
We step back, we fear
We don't even deserve
A very bad ending
‘Cause we never had
A proper greeting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I read this poem thrice. Beautifully written. The waves of true feelings are so visible in this poem that reader's heart can't but be touched deeply. Thanks for sharing.