Like a brainstorm it’s surging at the top of your mouth,
A true poets endeavor to find a voice through his shouts,
Something concrete… solid… understood through and through,
A statement worth relating and aspiring to…
So the mind seeks its letters and it forms them to words,
Breeding statements and standpoints you know must be heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem