A co-production by
Fay Slimm
and
Herbert Nehrlich
Perpetually restless,
The eyes cannot see
Or appreciate any
Beauty, properly.
So with the mind's pace.
The eye of the soul needs
To rise up in tranquility,
To look past ruffles and lace.
Into beauty's soul,
Taste its nectar
And inhale its fragrance,
Then be caressed by
A rainbow of calm.
A beautiful piece. A nice collaboration.So nice to be able to share such a precious gift with someone. Kev.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Team work wow. I am thinking about workin with another writer on a poem hmmm. well if you will we can work together on one. by the way nice poem