I write to write my high of words
An ecstasy of mind
To pencil pictured languages
And free the thoughts I find
It’s nothing quite so different
Than all the other poets
While at times I ramble on
Some times I can control it
And reap a little riddle
Unleashed from finger tip
Of all my thoughts that carry on
With words that I encrypt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem