Severe headaches
of misconstrued wants
mourn over
effervescent ideas.
Being observant
or hopeful
decays every ounce
yearning for
truth.
On a daily basis
talks and with thoughts
all you’d ever want
lies in one conversation.
Kindly toss at me
that single awaited soul
of my only, other part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem