Have you ever studied the impression
that words make upon a page?
The beauty in the rythmn
the pattern
the passion in the strength of the pen,
knowing which words to press
and which to shadow.
They need not start
at the margin
they need not end on
the last line
they form their own semitry
their own language
a work of art buried for you to uncover
to interpret
to reinvent
to discover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem