In quiet atmosphere
the poet writes.
Only this poet needs no pen
to create words forever burned on the heart.
A glimpse of heaven and hell
on the same paper.
This piece may not bring
the price the poet paid his soul.
A cost too high to pay
for a lifetime.
But the poet knows
to lock up a once in a lifetime masterpiece
would only damage
the priceless inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem