Between the pages of many books, rampant ideas and thoughts
have been corralled and put in order to form collected works
of poetry or stories.
Well-worn corners turned many times to edit and rework themes,
plots and gentle prose.
Alleviating many tired ideals, forming and situating them in
creative inner workings.
Courting life along it's many paths through tragedy and sorrow,
sometimes rising towards joy.
Many faces turning, staring throughout the centuries, known
by many people because they've read the stories told between
the pages of untold volumes of books.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem