what I feel
whether it goes onto paper or not
composed
with pen
can transmit
energies- local emergencies and the strangest
others.
stories composed
letters looking back at themselves
pick it out of thin air
or
strike a pose inflicted with melody.
still, the happiest
is when the happy
poet
smiles.
by Thomasjbates
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem