enough is enough is enough
promises are made
to be broken
enough is enough is enough
however always without finality
words are always words
apart from what is done and undone as
always
looking for the perfect step of
the dance in your mind
looking for the perfect syllable
to a poem of your dreams
looking for the last mark
the last metaphor which is not as always there
the last note for my music
the last flower of your spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem