Beautiful, intricate and free flowing with grace,
like a river, mountain or tears on a pretty face.
Looping and spinning,
as soft as white,
sending a message into the night.
They appear on the paper,
just spatters of ink,
they only have meaning when we stop and think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, describing the words beautifully.....for some they are just the words but for some they are heart and soul mashed up together on a simple paper. Nice write Keep writing