Unwritten poem is there,
There in the sky
And I am trying
Every time
To write that poem.
But the sky is playing
Hide and sick with me
And I am the hider
Who is hiding everything.
Poem is there open
But you are complaining
You know nothing
And I am pleased to declare
Go deep and deep and deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem