Do you ever notice how poems
Are hidden everywhere?
And once the words are written
It is usually meant to share
It’s a little thought that’s fleeting
But we can catch it and use it just so
They’re all just floating around
So poets can give it a place to go
So next time you have a thought
That you don’t want to get away
Pop it right into a poem, my friend
And there it will forever stay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I rather like the thought of little random thoughts, floating about like butterflies, to be captured with a net and held....to make a poem!