Words fill up the room.
From the floor to the ceiling from wall to wall.
I shut my eyes and immerse.
I inhale and exhale, and word bubbles form.
Soon they will weave themselves up into waves of beautiful sentences,
and come crashing down on to the blank lines of my notebook.
March 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice piece...thanks for sharing