As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;
It might fly like a child’s kite,
Just sitting in one spot
All day and all night;
As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;
It might sore like a bird,
Traveling to cites you
Have never even heard;
As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;
It might become a breeze,
Flowing swiftly in between
The tall grass and tress;
A mellow breeze capable
Of sailing the seven seas;
My mind is capable
Of all of these,
So I beg of you please…
Write with your mind, heart, or soul
and don’t let it vanish into a hole…
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I would like to translate this poem
Yeah don't let your writings vanish..but post them on poemhunter.. nice poem :) Preets