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"The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on."
~ Louis L'Amour
You are not alone on this wind-rush march,
Itinerant ink scribing papyrus
Upon demands and deadlines flaming porch;
Or over ant-hills disturbed omnibus.
Sometimes the hour is long as day or night,
And eyes rebel to yawning sleep-o-tide;
But you cannot haul sail in a ship's flight
For the ink must flow where shadows abide.
When it is not by your will, but dharma
This oeuvre lit-fest embellish your mind,
Tour your cradled domestic regatta
And unfurl all your constraints free from bind.
Where vista cravings for horizons tempt,
Our writing rhapsody must be well spent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leonard, such a fine poem👍👍👍