A thought takes wing, a gentle breeze,
Inside my head, it starts to tease.
A wish to catch it, hold it near,
To whisper words for all to hear.
Imagination, colors bright,
Painting pictures, day and night.
New ideas, they start to bloom,
Chasing shadows from the room.
A little spark, a clever turn,
Lessons learned, and truths to learn.
These pieces join, a magic blend,
On words that never seem to end.
They leap and dance, unbound and free,
A joyful, endless poetry.
No walls to stop, no chains to bind,
The boundless beauty of the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem