The music is playing
with ideas poping
words are flowing
left and right
to form poems that i write
words become lines
lines venture into verses
verses create poems
all within minutes
of the song that is playing
and starts when
my pencil's lead dances on the gentle paper
to form words from my mind
to paper with on going ideas
that can hit at anytime
while the music still plays
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem