Singing a poet's song along edges of every poem, becoming the melody composed in my soul.
All the ingredients mixed together, culminating in a beautiful landscape of prose.
Going over many trials and through suffering, always being brought forward into realms of exciting poetry.
Holding every word and feeling in treasured boxes of ivory.
Never letting go of this poet's mind, thanking the dear Lord for this extra time on earth and making the most of every moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem