A good poem breathes oxygen
As does its oxymorons
A good poem blooms
As nature does
A good poem griefs
As the world mourns
A good poem laughs
As its petals open
To salute the bees, birds, butterflies
And the moths yearning for nectar
A good poem hides
And soon it is found
In its imageries and symbols
A good poem
The reader subsumes
In its themes and timbre
And he is found
On its page time and time again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem