This poem has no name,
it hasn't any shame,
it's neither good, nor bad,
it seeks not recognition
or any fame.
This poem is for you,
whoever you may be,
whether you live in a cave
or up a tree,
I do not care,
for it's not up to me.
I just want to speak
my piece,
I just want to be
a voice;
I'd like to count
for something,
I'd like to have
a choice.
So I say in my poems,
and hope you do agree,
a spark of dialouge;
between myself and me.
Poems are pent-up feelings,
expressions of pure thought,
stirring the heart with joy,
telling of battles fought.
I grant this finds you well,
or perhaps a little better;
If it pleases you at all,
then I've written a good letter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I Loved it very much-simple words with colorful thoughts- beautiful :)