THERE IS AN UNWRITTEN POEM/THAT ENDS ALL POEMS
There is an unwritten poem
That ends all poems
And a beginning poem
That speaks hope
Life is a long struggle to come home
To where we do not know-
These lines are written
As if I need to be
An endless mystery to myself
To go on living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem