write write write write write...
poems written in the head you cannot read but I was writing
poems written in the head you cannot access but I was writing
poems written in the head you cannot know but I was writing
writing poems I was running running against the wind
writing poems I was running running against time
writing poems I was running running against eternity
to leave but a few short thoughts behind for no particular reason
to leave
but a few
short thoughts
behind
for no
particular reason
you might not know it you might not think it
you might not see it but I was writing... I was writing
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem