keep smiling,
the greatest poem ever,
has not been written,
the greatest poet
is still unknown.
that's why I keep on writing
to let you know,
how I feel when it snows
or rains or spring winds blow,
autumn leaves float,
or morning dew on green grass,
cloudy skies, the frost in winter,
sunshine and morning,
the color scheme, landscapes seen
the rivers and water flowing,
of motion and waste, and how wonderful
it is to be alive and remind you,
the best is yet to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet paints a picture in words of truth