THIS used to be
nothing but a blank
page
you stared at it
for a while
time runs but you
are hesitant to write
because you have nothing
in mind
at 3 o'clock in the morning
the world is like
a very calm silky sea
the calming sound of sorrow
is not always
the same
this one fills a blank page
like one time when you
take a bus
but you are not sure yet
where to
disembark
excitement comes like
a child finally meeting
his mother
in the marketplace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Unpredictability as also uncertainties are spices that make life worth living and interesting. Thanks for sharing a thought provoking poem.10 points.