I am not a wizard,
But there is magic in my words.
I don't fly high
Still I have the vision of a birds.
I don't dream big,
Yet my castles are magnificent.
My steps are small
But they cover all quadrents
I don't read between the lines
Yet I understand the meaning
I don't gather moss
But I long stopped rolling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indeed you have, indeed you have.... magic!