The beauty in poetry.
Your words can be louder,
To another.
That's the glory.
To sculpt such sentences.
Have it be someone's anesis.
To have something that took less than an hour to gather.
But can be more meaningful to another,
Such that it's purity and light shines brighter.
So you give it for free.
Hoping he or she,
Will take advantage of this word spree.
We all have the ability to read the same sentence.
But not many of us have the ability to give the same correspondence.
Many of us understand aspects differently,
I guess that's the honesty.
Isn't it beautiful to share a mind with surprisingly similar ideas?
It makes your heart flutter in a million of ways.
My aim is that such beauty stays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem