There's a spirit behind the window
Agile, bewildered and restless
Directionless it moves, vague and senseless
It's made of all hues and shades
And all those ideas that fades
There's a spirit behind that window
Along that spirit is a tree
Trapped its feet, branches are free
Sun's nest harbouring life
The glass is misty, the sky azure
But enough dark for the spirit to endure
There'sSpirit behind that window
Silent noises he tries to convey
Gazing my face with great dismay
For shall i reveal the message diguised
He will be freed and the mist shall hide
NICE SPIRITTY POETRY BUT SPIRITS HAVE NO APPLES TWO NOR A BANANA NOR A WELL SEXLESS SO RETHINK POET YE KNOW UR HUMANELY SiLent noises he? ? ? ? tries to convey SPIRITS DON'T INDULGE IN SO HOLD WHAT O POET NO POLES NO POT
Thanks for the review again sir, that spirit is me, myself, looking through the windowpane, as i saw my reflection in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trapped its feet, branches are free. Beautiful lines