i have more to write
this very quiet night
but my fingers ain't right
sluggish to a point of tight
worried about ensuing pain
that might takeover everything
i have that drive within me
pushing my desire to flourish
in midst of absolute calmness
where lips is said to be brushing
not even to verge of whispering
thinning to a very sweet smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem