The art of language, the written word.
Ideas on paper left unheard.
Sound documents. Cryptic letters. Ideas presented left to linger.
With power, they suck you in...
as emotions tug another string.
Amazing how words can pull you in;
the artists heart now your friend.
Carpenters of frames of mind-
while leaving past worlds behind.
Changing minds in changing times.
Record keepers of times behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem