fine weather walking down this street
this street so beautiful neat clean swept
this street is buzzing buzzing with words
slip under the hardbound book covers
under covers slip skip between pages
pour through lines jump words paragraphs
enter into other worlds dimensions of minds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You often find the rain will cease once you reach your destination... And so it was with me and this poem! I felt the urge to read more, until the end. Great write!