Brushstrokes in an azure sky,
Dappled flushed and creamy wisps.
Master’s piece for seconds held,
Where jet stream then unfolds.
Before the nightfall blanket drapes
The day insists a moments stare.
‘Please use your time and linger more’.
Of all this thought necessary.
A pondering mind is more connected.
Joining together what is not always
The state of man, nature, creator and time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem