'outwritten pen'
I am the kind that waits
the wait without reply.
Catch me each time I fall
for far off do I fly.
Allow me to go adrift
and embrace my return-
your pen, my oracle;
so that in your breath and
in your sighs, capture all
life's little miracles.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem