Are you the painter
who fills the cracks
of my canvass with
strokes of colors
to lighten the dark?
Are you the poet
who writes of longings
beyond the blossom of dried
tears which stained the
ink of unwritten thoughts?
Are you the harpist
who caresses the strings
of sounds within my
breathless wonder of
anticipated possibilities?
Are you Me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem