Life is a parade, everyone marching to the sound of their own drum.
An festive array of color, steadfast in the watercolor splashed upon skin.
The ease of smiles without need for parachutes.
An honest candor of the constant blur of motion.
Long captured by the photography of observant eyes.
Soon to be remembered on the horizon of eyelids, turning from day to night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever use of metaphors to prove your point. Beautiful drop. 'The ease of smiles without need for parachutes' is very nice.