I sit like a child
Building word-blocks
And pile them up high -
A nose-scraper, no less;
But the tower in the myth is doomed to fall.
I sit like a child
Playing word-trains;
On twisted tracks
the wheels come loose;
But the journey in the tale will never end.
Stunning poem that shook me to my core. Evocative and engaging, simplistic but deep at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write with great lines....Really nice!