MY pen is set on the dance stage
With its gear intact
I have no idea what the song is about
Even as it makes patterns on the dance floor
I can feel the rhythm
I know there is a message for you
in there, somehow
I feel a song coming
And I know its a good one
as my pen gives its all with tears in its eyes
oh finally
I see the meaning
right in your eyes
as your countenance brightens
and your spirit soars
Because all along
Your heart has been the dance floor of my pen
The white stage where the beautiful pattern is made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem