Letters escape from the tip of my pen.
Forming images, and feelings
Like little fairies that dance on the edge of the horizon
They are of the unknown.
Worlds lie beyond the page.
Filled with love and lust.
Emotions
Commotion
Utter mad devotion
I rest my mind on this piece of paper
and my heart learns of things unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem