It's In The Glowing Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

I know nothing about this poem
never wrote a single letter of it
never could

it trembled like a child in the rain
it spoke to me in thousands of languages
neither of which i understood
neither of which i spoke

it quivered on my eyelashes
each time i tried to open the light
for it step in
for it to finally lift me up

it shuddered with my pain
it moved against my paths
i was the one who had to move away
and the poem was left
in the glowing