I like the way you make your keyboard or pen,
Obey your commands,
Yes my friend I really mean it,
You are a poet special like Emily Dickinson.
You heal the hearts literally,
Through the letters precious and well-timed,
May you put pen to paper forever,
If you stop, won't you lose your glory?
May thousands of sun rises embrace you to shine on,
May the lost souls find in your words a touchstone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem