We poets move between twilights
Like silent gods. We poets tread
A fine line between illusion
And reality. We're somewhat
Removed from the relentless ebb
And flow of routinised living.
We poets move between strange worlds
Like dreamers in the depths of night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes we poet's are what world can't imagine. We poet's do things no other dared ever. We poet's sew everyone in one garland.... beautiful poetry expression. I have no words but to admire.