how many of it can i remember
a dark blue in color
not a spec of white any where
a light blue apron wear
with a frill of white clouds everywhere
the radiant yellow adds another color
a brush or canvas i have not here
am not a painter to put this in picture
am not a poet for my words to color
how would i ever remember
a sky so many in number
tomorrow i do not know what is in store....
.......for me up there
tomorrow i do not know what is in store.... ............................................................ Very beautiful a poem, only you do not worry, 'tomorrow' will tell hers word..10.. Tsita
In this world we do always apply color to anything from our very ownself e.g. face, nails, hair skin...to our words to keep it sweet and romantic, sensitive etc. to our house to make it beautiful and cozy.... A very nice poem written Sam....I loved it indeed.
Beautifully touching piece Sam...You continue to impress me my brother...keep up the great work 10++
Nature played in your words. Awesome writing. Great narration. Deserves 10++++
amazing transforming patterns of the clouds and sky- fascinating write. some things can only be witnessed not captured and locked in words or paint just a moment in time. very creative poem 10 Mamta
''a brush or canvas i have not here am not a painter to put this in picture am not a poet for my words to color'' nice poem...well written...10+++
behind the sky..their lies our home... very nice piece Sam...very impressive.. very heartwarming thoughts very inspiring...divine and touching flowing with humility... 10+++ lovelots maia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of colour and wonder of tomorrow, and tomorrow never comes it has already arrived... romantic thanks for the read+++++10 regards