A poem I need to write,
Though I have none in sight.
I think and I ponder,
Even way up yonder.
But sigh, nothing will come to my hand,
I just do not understand.
Usually I can think and create,
But maybe it is just getting to late.
Maybe later some words will appear,
And put away my fear.
You never really know,
When the words will flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You wanna right but you need inspiration and passion behind it to make it good.