Letters open unto expression
Dry of meaning when left untouched
That is the embittered truth
Left to rot in the abyss
The Dark abyss of the unexplored
But there is little that I can do
Yet I persist in mailing you
For I know from the bottom of my abyss
Letters of antique expressions
Cease to die somewhere in the lines
Where mails never reach!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem