Sentences come by themselves sometimes
I can hear them
They push themselves in
While I am waiting for nothing else
Writing too is a kind of dream
that does not know its own meaning
It waits and wanders and wonders words
The language of a poem demands double troubleand more
How surprising it would be for me
If beauty and wonder came with my words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty and wonder does come with your words. Yah sometimes inspiration to write something in the oddest place. I just quick draw my phone type even a single word or phrase so i dont forget. From there the story around the poem comes together drawn from my and other peoples life stories