I must write.
With this sun and this chill, this sky
I must pack and go out but cannot
I must write.
The book is on my hand, in a fight
Needs finish, and edit, and publish
I must write.
Story is truth, flavoured with dream
Spices are so old, difficult to cream
I must write.
I, therefore am inside of the needs
That is Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The love of poetry soothes our souls, yes I too must write...Excellent poem.....