Lost in Translation
Words, words, words..
They’re only thoughts caught in the act
And imprisoned on paper.
Poetry is catching the most fleeting,
Most transient feelings,
And translating them, piece by piece,
Into a language that is sensible to outsiders.
People think poets are born to do this,
That they find it easy to write.
But little do they know how we struggle
How the words can get away
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