I miss my pen
I miss my papers
I miss my cup of coffee
And the window ahead of me
In the darkness of the nights
Illuminated by thousands of thoughts
I feel like I am a queen and the world is mine.
Only then I get rid of my heavy ties
And be ready to start my flights
Taking my words as my only sights
And start my quest to embrace the space
To satisfy my greedy need for the freedom of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it! I feel the same way when I go a while without writing!