I love writing, I love words;
i get enchanted by their beaty,
the way letters curl and whirl,
and change, and wrap around each other.
The patterns they make,
the words they create.
Sounds and syllables,
sentences transformed into stories;
it all starts with little letters,
letters linked together,
things so small making, creating,
emabling us to imagine,
painting pictures in our minds;
just think all this beauty is made by words written on lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem