That momentary glance
even more so,
of an orchid or a rose.
A beauty and a serenity
unwritten,
into sweeping motion
of thought,
and appreciation.
A direct attention,
to the pen.
And to the reader know
Life and the beautification,
of their own reality.
Into that deep stare.
Glare,
violent change even to my soul.
To target their depravity
Unyielding
In sweeping motion
of attack and annihilation.
A direct action,
to the sword.
And to the enemy know
forced will and accepting,
of his own mortality.
So beautiful.....if made into a song. I would dance to it...loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They said Pen is mightier than sword... I guess so.. How are you myfriend? Any latest news?