A playground of hierarchies,
where clouds look like friends,
and the sun a great big spit ball,
and you with a straw, .
A spectacle of weirdness and laughter,
and the moon, a colourful weave of
particles that sprout from a echo
of love, and freedoms that make or
break us all.
Finely Weaved yes indeed it was! This is so captivating, I could really understand the feeling in this Wonderfully writen Love duncan X
NOW YOU CAN DO A LOT WITH CLOUDS...GRACEFUL & SURREAL... I LIKE THIS, DAVID, AS YOU 9as usual0 PAINT THAT DREAMSCAPE OF MACABRE...STUNNING'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
NOW YOU CAN DO A LOT WITH CLOUDS...GRACEFUL & SURREAL... I LIKE THIS, DAVID, AS YOU 9as usual0 PAINT THAT DREAMSCAPE OF MACABRE...STUNNIONG'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi David, It's nice to see something new. Nice poem I really enjoyed it and very different. Take care.