Running through a meadow filled with daisies growing wild,
this poet identifying with them being a poetical rebel and
enjoying it immensely on a daily basis.
Writing constantly, nothing being taboo, it all comes out
in the end anyway, so this poet helps it along; people all
over the world reading this poet's rebellious escapades.
Commenting and being inspired many times by a line or verse
and then thanking god for these blessings and gifts He has
given to this poet rebel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every poet revels in words. Some read others heard.