Decipher what her retinas say
when you recieve your first kiss.
Translate what the birds sing
when you finally win top honors.
Transcribe the inspiration
God gave you
last night
when you were nestled
in your bed,
all alone and gloomy.
The world is yours to iterate
in any form you would like
and thus,
that is why I love
poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By poetry one can create wonders!