The pure sweetness
of imagination
The glory of creation
the print of the heart
where do I start
For most part
it's simply an art
Words flow
and we take control
where all this comes from
I truly don't know
but we love the flow
When? where? how?
who really cares
we ride imagination
like a ton of waves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem