: I POETICA
I see poetry in a sunset,
In a promise made soon to forget,
in a sunrise
in a vow to keep promise alive,
in a lonely little while,
In a child's toothless smile,
In a mother's warm embrace,
In a fathers worried face,
In a lover's tender kiss,
In a moments permanent bliss,
In thoughts which disappear as vapor,
In words I etch upon the paper,
In an old mans listless shuffle
In a young man's dreary muffle
In my own thoughts as I realise
in life and death,
hellos and goodbyes,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem