The words hold significance and power,
As they cascade like a muse, drawing you in
To a realm of imagination and connection.
In this realm, waterfalls of thoughts
Descend upon consciousness, filling it
With a profound intensity.
It is a wisdom known to the moon,
Perched high above all limitations.
Fields shiver, icy creeks run blue,
And distant birds sing songs of wetlands,
Creating vivid imagery of sinking ships,
Appearing magically in the intersection of performance.
Words like falling leaves, dance, and sway.
They command attention, unseen yet felt,
A mysterious force bridging creativity and emotion.
The way they communicate is captivating,
Never to be dismissed or ignored.
Their interpretations should be nurtured,
Like seeds in a garden, finding harmony
In like-minded souls, enriching the soil
Of intelligent contemplation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem