Where the mind floats
There hangs a thought
When you're sad, it shows
A thought is undone.
The heart is raced
Pounding against the ribs
The mind, ablaze.
Emotion sets in, deep.
Thought is a ride, smooth
It takes you afar.
The mind is in gloom,
When it tears apart.
When all is done,
It's mere Caddle of thought…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
splendid job....i am no expert but.....it is indeed a beautiful poem