There are poems that I write that revive my interest
When I've read enough from my books, when the air is full
Of my heart, conjured imagination, the impact
Of full books of full story outside the pub the drinks
Take away the spirits of some though the dreams appear
When you're not in the mood so I turn to the page now
For all the times I've not had a clue, this is how it's told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem