a poem as a result: thinking of my painting 'Dreamland'...
'....A poem is a painting coloured by words
a painting is a poem written in colours...'
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Dreamland
Beautiful view mist at distance
I sat staring with a glance
this pink world wide open
is this real, can I hope...n..
so sweet breathtaking colours
soft blue and pink makes purple
oh gosh...I want to walk fastest
but I am in slow-motion like a turtle
that sweet caress where comes it from
that one sweetest kiss at my night's prom
I feel it, I see it's heaven
I see my neighbour in black...n..
Paradise purple, pink and blue
I sat staring I think it's you
acropolic scene yet misty dew
in this mystery land, my sweet, I see only you
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "Dreamland" painted by Sylvia FC
Bright weather in September
a very happy sunny day among the hay
Sat 3 Sept 2011-18.30 hrs
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paradise purple, pink and blue I sat staring I think it's you acropolic scene yet misty dew in this mystery land, my sweet, I see only you. such a fine poem thinking of your paintng, dreamland... exquisite... your imagination, combining of words..... wonderful. tony
Thank you so much, Dr. Tony, this means a very lot to me. GBU!