I love the tickle of pouring rain on my palm
Marvel at caressing sand on my toes
I like bird songs, my music when morning comes
A time to relish the touch of a satin petaled rose.
You say I seem to be rather queer
With my world that's seen so differently
By now I think you know it's very clear
I've got the habit of thinking... in poetry.
All rights reserved ~~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~09.18.13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's true poetic thought, Cynthia, you're breathing poetry.