I, a poet,
Winged in spirit,
With quill to fit
Words as pix lit.
On them with wit,
I feed to nourish
My brain
With knowledge
I solemnly fish
To gain
At the edge,
Which amounts to wealth
To yield my brain health.
With others, I divide
That fabulous joy
Streaming from the wide
Rich words I employ.
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I would like to translate this poem
I love this! And is not afraid to admit it! Wonderful! You describe yourself and yet, almost very poet out there! I bow to you in respect!