Listening
In the soft space
on white canvas
I am stretching my arms.
I would come closer,
but i'm disappearing
in the foreign names
becoming my own.
Listening to the sun
in it's seeming calmness
is ripping my heart out,
with empty silence.
Poem I wrote in Slovene and translated it into english.
Good one, keep going :)
Thank you :)
So so lovely
Oh, thank you. I enjoyed your last poem too
Oh thank you too, I will follow you, my name is Josediccus