Sometimes poetry is a running brook;
That flows and dances like sprightly music.
It can connect to nature's beauty,
With its vivid, dream like imagery.
It can tap into life's primal essence,
It can hint at spiritual presence.
Poetry that really speaks to us eschews
Ornamental traits; garish colours and hues.
O it delves deeply into the heart of things,
And confronts sullen darkness with light that sings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem