Yes, Mr. Keats you've created again
so much poetry from my pen.
My words are simple of today
but your thoughts have continuously found a way
to reach into my very soul
of which I seem to have no control.
My hand as it writes feels through time,
reaches out to you and I understand that I'm
connected to you now and forever
and makes me pray that never, never
will this marvelous connection end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Goosebumps..Amazing pen! I am only at the start of my jurney trying to find, understand and feel the connections of the things that surrounds me. This poem brings it to a much higher level, it has a clear focus seems as it surpassing life, beautiful, a poem to bring in me cotroversial feelings, kind of scarry for the mind yet quite loving beautiful and exciting for the heart...Lovely challenge, will I one day be able to understand and agree to such a thing with all of my being?