For whom does this passion end?
From what height does fall
This apathy to inertia
Smudged slowly
On over-scored sheets,
Concealing my essence
As I wash your touch away
Renouncing inconstant, wandering eyes
Of former love?
The peace of renunciation
Fades so quickly
As I absently doodle
Unthinking verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this doodle turned out to be a nice piece...