Nothing compares to the beauty described through the words of a poet...
As he strains to reveal his vision through grammar and rhyme.
He goes through great lengths to ensure the proper syllables are used...
To paint a picture for his audience, a frame truly sublime.
No amount of pain and suffering is to great for the word smith...
In his efforts to make known the image in his heart.
He will not be denied his goal of letting loose to the world...
The wonder of his soul which he wishes you to take part.
It is a fool's errand, that of the word smith.
But only fools can test reality's limit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem