Writers
the ragged dreamers
the eyes.
That see
the dawn
the rose that crys
with eyes.
That otheres see
through the eyes.
Of the writers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this. Poetry, like painting, is a way of seeing. We often feel like writing about writing, see my 'Pangs', and ' This is the Place' Thank you.