I put my thoughts in a little blue book
Because none understand
How hard it is to see the world and not...write
Every pebble must be expressed
And every butterfly known
For until you have seen through the eyes of a poet
You cannot feel the cool waters in the rushing stream
You cannot hear the breeze whisper softly to the trees
Until you have seen through the eyes of a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful, and very deep. This is some great poetry, quite amazing.