The poet sees,
The moon, the stars, the sky,
The poet hears,
The sweetest lullaby,
The poet feels,
The things no others feel,
The poet tastes,
The sweetness that is spring,
The poet skilled,
In quiet deliberation,
The poet sits,
In quiet contemplation,
The poet senses love,
In every line,
The poet simply loses,
Track of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VERY true, the down side is the poet feels the pain more then most peaple, it is here where we draw from, with out it, it would..........not be complete, great poem...