Each poem of mine, a twinkling star in my sky,
Endless inspiration that bids my inner child to speak.
When creativity knows no bounds, limits fade away,
Dreams turn real, or another divine verse is born.
Regardless of rhythm or rhyme, I'm grateful for the play,
Songs of my secrets, whispering the divine all along.
NyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem