Life, a poetic brook
It is an incessant flow
Senses know its rhythm
Eyes know its beauty
Ears hear its jingle
Aromas tingle
Tastes mingle
Heart pounds
Eyes astound
Bodies tweak
Silence speaks
Languages artifice
The feelings miss
Quivering words
Haunted herds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good school teacher alone teaches well