Words land like birds
Upon my lined paper.
They flutter nervously,
Chirp without ceasing
Until I am compelled
To listen.
I am tempted to cut this paper
Word by word
And toss them into the wind
Hoping as they land
A perfect poem will form
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, and so it did. Read mine - Writer's Delimma - Adeline