Totally forsaken, living in a world of complete silence,
watching words cross a screen of my imagination, taunting
me with their exquisite meanings, daring me to speak them
aloud.
Not ever wanting to, because they may spoil or rot into a
nothingness of a world outside me.
Preferring to look and watch their infinite beauty, floating
past on their way to poems being exacted from subconscious
reality, being satisfied with pictures and images they
create together for my mind's precise pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem