Gentle like a dove,
Eyes like that of an ocean.
They are loners, secretive in their thoughts.
They give much more than they take,
They are the searchers and the dreamers of life.
They unfold the secret of life.
There place is among the natural things,
Its God music, God gifts to them.
Gifts to heal souls of others.
They project an aura of freshness and enthusiasm.
They live in their world of imagination and fantansy.
They are driven by their demons to spread misery.
They share their perspective on the same boring world,
But their perspective is a breath of fresh air.
They gives away everything to follow the art.
They stand in lightning storms all of their life.
They are a lover of words, a shaper of thoughts.
Dedicated to all great poets who inspires the soul of mankind.They are the soul healer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem