A poet's key opens many doors
a passing thought, a whim of pleasure
ponders love, the heart's strange ways
casts the poet onto uncharted shores
there to find life's greatest treasures
invites us in with prose and rhyme
into the poem we're swept away
to places never been before
in the poet find the measure
to gather strength for many days
for works of art, no writer's ease
oft times with much labor wrought
with heart full will turn the key
open the door to higher thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem