Have you ever sat in judgement on the view before your eyes?
The painter paints the picturesque, and revels in his lies.
He sees the rural bungalow beside the river's rush
but dams the damned kinetic flow, and lo, a lake falls from his brush.
The end result of his perception?
Twice the beauty...on reflection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like it is only beautiful on the surface. ; ^) -chuck