The poem is an interesting tool
which I acquainted with in school.
I love its structure, its harmonious flow,
even when its rhythm is fast or slow.
It shapes my reality, causes words to dance,
details matters of perplexity, issues of romance.
It soothes and inspires whatever I feel
allowing emotions to endure, to become real.
A poem can tell a story
Of despair, hurt or even glory.
It reaches deep and tugs the heart
with messages that heal or tear it apart.
To be a poet is to be a master of words,
Shape them into music, let them fly like birds.
To know they will be singing after you’ve gone,
preserving your memory, never losing their tone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem