Drinking in peaceful breaths of ageless desire,
knowing at the end of nightfall that all artistic
beauty will be hung in museums, looked upon, yet
never touched again by another's hand.
(10: 51 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Captured strokes of an artist's emotion...the canvases tales lives on. A wonderful write! PEACE