Sleep
But keep
Close touch
As you reach
On its top
That shall never stop
Your quest
For the best
The poetry shall flow
From internal thoughts glow
That shall always feel its need
And silently feed
You will not feel bore
And explore
Real source
To present it with force
Poetry is harmless weapon
That can paint heaven
Turn hell into nice place
Create love for warring races
Until you feel it comes natural
That can't be called poetical
It must have magical impact
With each word to react
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sleep But keep Close touch As you reach