Inspiration is.....
like the wild horses
running through the meadows.
They are wild
because they are free....
and theirs steps are
the ones that guide us
to the source of it...
It is up to us
to chose the right path
so our thougts will find,
at the end,
the light....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True...teaching words...lovely