Words remain aloof as they seek readers,
Staining blankness with their message
As if treading it underfoot during a journey,
Leaving secrets behind to go onward.
Writing follows pathways through thickets
To reach the darkness of writing on writing;
Then it is high time to write in letters of dawn,
Even on a page festooned with the night's guts.
A large human being goes through a mood cycle,
Which results in a dialogue of black and white,
We who act on a modest scale push it forward,
By confiding the secrets of our days and nights.
Nice lines...Words stay aloof, as they seek readers...words that drip with the writer's emotions, feelings, and passion are the ones that succeed...
Nicely expressed, the poet's webpage eagerly awaits the arrival of readers to peruse and depart their feedback through comments.5****.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice