And my mind wanders.
I tend to think about
Something that happened
4 years ago, or something
That happened 8 hours ago,
Or something that could
Happen 3 years from now.
My mind is like a hurricane,
It's a wreck.
Its full of beautiful yet
awful thoughts.
It's 3AM and my mind
Continues to wander.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done. I look forward to reading more of your poems. All the best, Barbara Parris