"His poems are silent
for there's no spark
he can hear…
all in silence
and it's have a right
for poetries sometimes
depends on the echoes
of the fluttering winds
around it
and it also has to sleep
so it can rest in its journey
around the brightly colored
sequence of his mind."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write.....Where the poetry resides...Thank you, James.... ++++++++10