Because
I want
To write.
I want to feel
The soft-tipped pen
Glide across
The crisp, clean sheet of new paper
Behold the fine, curving black letters
Let them seep through me,
Engulf me
To become one of their own.
I want to dream of
Impossible fantasies
Intoxicate myself
With passionate words,
Indulge in the sea of knowledge
And come to a quiet
And peaceful
Contentment.
Because
When I wake
I want to feel my wet cheeks
And realize
That all this time
I have been crying
Not tears of sadness
But tears of joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the beginning has a great touch! ! i like it! ! it's very sublime and cohesive.