Looking through the inner me,
A distorted vision I find
Memories golden, rose tinted sea
colors of various intensity,
Images flit through my fickle mind.
With words, pauses and random rhymes;
I paint them in various hues,
Wayward thoughts, rants and dreams.
A poetess? A writer? Confusion reigns!
Everyday I am born anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
being born anew everyday- iwish i could be, nice poem- read mine too samanyan