so many words
in general terms
not one shall touch
the heart
that looks for the
particular
like the scent of an
old love letter
that she had written
long ago
like the the petal of
a wilted grass
that you inserted in
the page of a book
like the face
of your beloved
who parted ways
with you
something to personal
inside your mind
that even if you speak
and show them
a picture
or a place
they can never identify
and then
understand
and so i speak to myself
upon a cipher of colors
upon symbols shall my
life revolve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem