I blow your pictures up a lot,
So that they fill my screen
And stare into the pixels;
All of those little brown dots
That make such a wonderful scene,
Like a green meadow, an occasional thistle
Looking so at home in the hot
Afternoon breeze, swaying and serene.
I can almost hear a kid whistle
In the distance. Maybe he forgot
That this was nothing but a dream,
The way that I did,
Until I shrunk your picture back down
And saw that your beautiful brown eyes
Were just pixels on my cell phone screen.
Blowing up pictures a lot fill screen of life. Afternoon breeze motivates mind. Beautiful eyes are pixels on cell phone. Amazing love poem is shared here really. This is wisely penned poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Until I shrunk your picture back down And saw that your beautiful brown eyes Were just pixels on my cell phone screen, wonderful imagery, thank you for sharing the poem with us,10