The transparent unpopping bubble
Wraps itself inevitably
Around my colorful scented air.
A magnifying glass. Electrifying and called for.
Whatever I take in like a new drink –
Alters like written words.
The words are illuminated visions –
And the visions – Destiny.
Imagination accompanies their glory.
So do her loyal friends – Childhood and Creativity.
They gladly gather around
The newborn visions
As if they were babies.
Autistic and innocent.
i really like this poem. it realy has a strong meaning. it gives me something to look at life from a new perspective.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Opening two lines are awsum. A nice write.