Like lightening over the ocean
My good ideas are far away.
Like life buried in a coffin
My good ideas are buried deep.
Like smoke from chimney rises
My good ideas are in disarray.
Like tiny and immense sizes
My good ideas are out of reach.
Like the destined to love, fated,
My good ideas still have not met me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ideas seem to have their own thinking...excellent poem