Oct
11th
Tue
11th
Words
Fear of words -
here’s something I’ve learned.
Verses I wrote
verses I burned.From the doubt in my heart
cruel whispers begin:
”Weak, you write
with a borrowed art.The sheet is lovely
when it’s white.
Save room for the word
you can not write.”by Hans Børli (1949)
translated by Virtutes&Vitia
