reaching out to the back of his mind
and pulling forth his thoughts
to be displayed and added to the overflowing
jumble of words both oral and written
what will yours be?
will it be brown, muddy,
unbearable for ears to rest upon?
fast forgotten, sinking deep into the pool never to be touched
or bright, beautiful, capture attention
all will strive to grasp the ever reproducing
thought you gave them
to forever capture in their minds and in the world of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem