There is something in your words,
That touches my heart to blaze,
Pulls my nerves strings to vibrate,
Spanks my mind to reason and resonate,
There is something from your thoughts,
That sneaks into mine to hibernate,
After a long rest in warm climate,
It may come out as the effervescence,
There is something in your poems,
That makes my spirit to be calm,
Not letting me wandering for arms,
Silenced is my frothy form,
There is something in those scribbles,
Though not written in perfect syllables,
Never followed the laws of troubles,
I like the something in your poems, adorable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem