It's just a little piece of paper
And the wizard keeps it in his pocket
He likes to dance to the sound of music
He thinks he's free!
A rainy storm came by
The words were washed away...
He though he needed the piece of paper
To actually be, to achieve, to adore,
Nevertheless he discovered a realm
Where words aren't groups of letters
Where you can see with your eyes closed
The musicality of the verse
That wanders the current of your soul!
Increible! El corriente del alma! Tus palabras son muy musicales! viviste en Inglaterra? obrigado
Verse is like a current that runs through every atom of our being, exhilarating us and lulling our agitated spirits by its musicality.... That is why poets immerse in this art, forgetting themseves and forgetting all cares! A great write Luana! Thank you for your sweet comment!
How magnificent this poem is, in it's form and great message. No doubt this poem our souls does win. Where you can see with your eyes closed The Musicality of the verse, That wanders the current of the soul Bravo! .
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I would like to translate this poem
Nevertheless he discovered a realm Where words aren't groups of letters Where you can see with your eyes closed The musicality of the verse That wanders the current of your soul! these are really original expressions. thank you dear poetess. tony