In search of Life's
Secrets,
The poet crosses
So many streams
Chases,
So many dreams
And finally
Disappointed,
Closes
Those white pages
Not ever written,
Where all Mysteries
Gather, Shadows
But noting is true
With the exception
That nothing is
What it seems.
The worst poems, or I guess I should say, the worst tragedies of poetry are the poems that should have been written, but for some reason or another never made it into print. But then on the other hand, there are thousands of poems on this website that should never have been allowed to be printed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully inked poem. Simply inspiring and well executed...5 stars+++