On the white-black pages,
sensations play,
in the fields of minds,
thoughts rise like storms,
in the small flowers,
of words and sentences,
these blossom,
critics and readers,
can understand,
in their way
words twisted on their legs......as piano keys sung them! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
These ideas of mind are very well played on the chessboard of the words...well written poem..10+++