A poem is not stack of words that lilt and rhyme
A flimsy work to last a mere time
A poem is the voice of the soul
The emotions of a heart bursting free
A man's effort to send a tear up an eye
To capture breath in one hand
A poem is the answer to questions unknown
A riddle for the mind
Salve for the soul
Balm for the raw
History in a verse
A poem is the greatest magic there is
To give life to ink
And bless a page with a soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem