I do not what it is
Or what it will be
But the music of the poem
Is within me now
I can hear myself making its meaning
Why or how it comes when it does
I do not know
But now
The voice I hear is poetry
And as I write this down
It echoes in me a sound
Of beauty and truth
As real
As I myself am
At this moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. Yeah poems have the effect of making a person pour their heart out. A poem...pour 'em