I list the words
To describe
The dams in my mind.
Yet, I do not find.
I feel like a winter tree
Existing
But stunted.
Why should seasons stop me?
Unconscious reservoirs
Construct in my mind
Only when
The reservoirs are unthought
I can flow
To the places I long to go.
My word list
Mightn't mean a thing
But when you'll listen to my eyes
Those words will sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem