So long since the paper and I
Grew wings and started to fly
Across the ocean seas
Enjoying a summer breeze
Visiting an old friend
A joyous message to send
Searching my mind
Lost within, some peace I find
Paper blank, no more
Imagination has opened it's door
Allowing me to spend the day
In it's images, I start to play
Suddenly filling the paper
My hand, it's giddy shaper
Removing life's weight
The next line, I contemplate
Free to soar the sky
As the time passes rapidly by
Life fills so complete
As my hand, the pen does meet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly liberating experience. Terrific verse.