I made a bluer sky, they came
Just to see it rain again,
Then wove the clouds so fluffy white,
They wore their sunglasses at night.
I made love clear, most every vein;
They saw love course, they saw it stain,
The saw the beating heart so true-
They saw its image, ruby-hued.
I bludgeoned death and laid it bare,
They lined up silently, to stare;
And when they thought it was the end,
I breathed the life back in again.
And now they come and mill about,
For I've got power, I've got clout;
Creating not one thing, anew-
Just copies, like magicians do.
that brings out the essence of writing as a magic with the wonderful effect on people as every line weaves wonder on the mind...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The words, your words, always leave me amazed.