I see somewhere around me
A face with a difference.
I see a face that`s not set on my face.
Its lips don`t kiss mine.
Its breath doesn`t feel mine
But I continue to see that face with a difference.
In the midst of faces that smile and sack
This is a different face indeed.
When I draw a picture of a face
I shall consider this one indeed.
This face has a thousand reflections
And in the twilight of my evening
I shall cherish this one face ever and ever.
In the corridors of my future unwoven
I shall chase this face henceforth.
My eyes see the difference
And that face begins to merge with mine.
My face turns upward to see
The things brighter and shapely.
I have now a face.
when I draw a picture of a face I shall consider this one indeed this face has a thousand reflections. and in the twilight of my evening I shall cherish this one face ever and ever in the corridors of my unwoven I shall chase this face henceforth. I love this stanza. so beautifully thought out. These words echo a face I know. excellent writing
A face with thousand reflections that merge with thine to see the things brighter and shapely! Amazing thought Sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful thoughts in the poem and faces are the real exhibition of mind feelings.