I am my world
my world of roses, birds, bees
and little things
yet as I think
it seems a vast world
of perpetuating thoughts
its unending
ray after ray, wave after wave
to time's last noted echo
it extends
my world
Ha! my world
I make my world
my world of blissful solitude
waves the field
and empurpling skies in west
and glittering dreams...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..empurpling....hmm.....nice poem all the same..congrats...