She lies there by the crumpled paper
among scattered words and a broken pen...
creases narrating the story
and blots of ink feigning its reality...
as I stare in a revered silence
she is changing into something beyond the reach of my language...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think i'm in love, ok no i am just kidding, but your poems are amazing.