Then finishing my third form I came upon words Ars Poetica
I looked to the sky with its gathering clouds and say to myself
Yes the infinite blue is good for inspiration
I feel the cool morning breeze before heat
Yes that is good to drive the imagination
I remember things that strike me throughout the day
Some memories long some short
Yes they are good topics to write about
I wonder if I will succeed in this new to me form and remember
The hardest step is the first one
Putting the pencil to the paper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem