In the Garden of Poems
In the garden of poems
His poetry just grew
Out of nowhere
He never knew.
These flower poems
Were made of magic,
Sometimes out of sheer joy
And sometimes from tragic.
Whatever it was he didn't know
Why this garden of poems did grow and grow.
He thought his mind was blessed.
His soul and heart by God caressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
His soul and heart by God caressed-nicely put.