Draining from my head
A constant flow
Of words
And images
Freedom fly
The muse
In me
Be a light unto
YOURSELF
Must write
The paper
Calls
How do I
Get it all out
It just keeps
f
l
o
w
i
n
g
Colors dance
In my heart
Forms and
Shapes sing
So me
Floating
On a natural
High
Of
Emotion
Surges of
The things to come
B
A
N
G
I explode
In joy again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem