There is a poetry of death
and night.
There is a poetry of love
and light.
My poetry can ramble far
and wide,
or poetry can be right by
my side.
For poetry is everywhere
I go.
Within the universe,
the stars bestow
a beacon for my poetry
to find
a path to home,
and what I left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem