we have long
spoken
our biases are
speaking
we have long exposed
what we feel
how we choose words
how we arrange them
sometimes we reject
too much thinking
could be destructive
and we embrace
spontaneity
writing as we please
leaning on first impressions
on first thoughts
not sifting
not even sensing what is here and there
just this and then go
in the long run
we write because there is something in us
which we cannot say blatantly
and bluntly to others
there is no fear somehow
but who knows if we could be wrong?
i've seen sunsets and sunrises
i have no thoughts there
just the plain viewing of their
natural transformations
how scenes change without the use of words
how light comes and break dawns
how morning is here without a greeting
it wont be long
when we do not use words anymore
when we say
we quit because words are just hindrances
to what we become.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem