Its hard to come by
the candle burns,
but the thoughts dont
i keep trying
only to be distracted
the sound of the voices in my head
or the voices in the house
the noises in the streets
the candle burns
i watch the flame
not thinking of anything
then i judge it
the colurs
the movements
the aura
the flickring
silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem