Innocence set upon a child's face, smiling with pure
joy at the newness of everything.
Investigating sights and sounds, believing in the
wonder all around them.
Curiosity at it's highest level, spreading itself to
all their senses, tasting new sights, textures
feeling so new on their skin.
Walking, running into new adventures, exploring every
nook and cranny whether or not open to them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is fine but I can't help but feel it is half finished. There is no sing to the words, no natural internal rhythm that might make the reading a joy. I feel you need to pick up on the highs and the lows to achieve what is required. And that will come by reading more poetry and thinking about it. In My Opinion. Best wishes