Views from within naturally flow
Into a set of prosaic lines,
And inner feelings always show
Through the words a poem defines.
Reflections of the writer's heart
Sketches from the author's mind,
Random feelings we try to impart
Thoughts and views there we can find.
Like some mosaic art of a man
Each one of us can touch the canvas
With colored words that's really more than
Just a painted piece of work...it's us.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~~09.17.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem