I once met a man whose poetry inspired my own.
I do not know his name, but he called himself Paradox.
He was a tenet contrary to received opinion.
He was a walking man of contrary facts.
He powered his words with emphasis
on the message that he was conveying.
He spoke of truth and beauty.
He spoke of life, how it is truly lived.
He was a free spirit.
He was a great example on how life should be lived.
He was truly a Paradox.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem