The poems have gone from me
I will try to bring them back
Without them
I wander meaningless and lost
I write what I can as I am who I am
Too much is me
And ‘I' is everywhere
Why do I think
My thoughts and feelings
As they are
Are poetry?
I am writing now something somehow
What you call it I do know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem