It's in your words, my spirits arise,
the words of sadness, even heavens can cry,
A word on its own, there is no hymn,
when put in a way becomes a poem.
Poet's are indeed an aweful lot,
often need comments to remind them of what they've got.
for it's just comments for others and it's dry,
but that's where the poet's spirit resides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem