So much it wants to say,
so much it wants to speak.
My inflexible tongue,
useless and weak.
like blank pages
it flaps and flutters.
as if so much
it wants to utter.
It invites me to
explore and scroll.
I need a pen for
my unwritten soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unwritten soul needs a pen to write down all that you feel, all your emotions, all your meditations and all your thinking. very nice poem dear poet . tony