Within the landscape of the mind
In solitude the poet walks alone
Composing language of the soul
Images, inspiring thoughts
Bright and dark colours, tapestry of life.
Questioning how, why and when
Penning of death, love, happiness and joy
Searching for truth, surviving purple storms
Taking blows, turning the other cheek
Looking at the stars and seeing God.
Making images to touch other souls
Memories sweet, lovers not forgot
Time and space no barrier for the questing mind
Grief and loss given words allowing tears to flow
Poet fulfills his gift for mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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