Some will bring words,
lay them upon the table
and wave their arms
as if to say, just have a look!
I turn away, of course,
quite unprepared,
what should I say?
I tell the truth because I must,
I say that words will not suffice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Somethings just can't be put into words