The Poetry I so intensely write
Is not only in black and white,
There are some shades of gray,
Booby traps and a crooked way.
It's a door to my heart,
A window to my mind,
A pathway to my soul,
A back alley to my dreams.
You are forewarned if I say,
Tread so lightly, if you may,
through this maze with care
fraught with the peril of a snare.
My lovelorn heart is clean,
My soul scrubbed to a sheen,
It's my mind you must pay heed
In its sinister design lest it succeed.
Surely it will lead you astray
Down a damned and slippery way
To a point of no return, beware,
Woe betide anyone who dare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Abdul... An intriguing write... [A back alley to my dreams]... Perhaps with time, you will welcome the all of US, into your house... through the front door... Until such a time... I will to peruse all of your posts... and discover what wonders there are within your thoughts... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.