Slowly paint my heart red,
Scribble in between the lines.
Rainbows in the sky ahead
ending where the grass begins.
Swirling as the colors blend,
Hands showing where they need to go
Hiding flaws when they can.
And from then on, a drawing grows.
Scratching at the papers white.
Forming pictures that tell a story
Filling it with words, words can't describe
A simple artist's path to glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely poem. Looking forward to reading more of your work- best wishes, Claudia