The soul is written
Still in the moments to come
It seems all that was written, is done
An empty heart still aching near
Is waiting but feels no fear
Because what the heart feels, word have described
With every poem it hears no lies
Is there a feeling that the heart holds dear
That someone hasn't written?
It isn't clear
If you are reading you must see here
The soul has been written
To many to care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem