:
this does not happen,
always,
the vigilant eyes,
chase shadows,
in silence,
not only in dreams,
but over the edge of the
vested thoughts,
feeling love in shined eyes,
the fellows carve their,
heart beats over windows.
and nights awaken,
with clicks of the clock,
and nauseous phone bell,
disturb the natural skills.
and something like powdered,
milk with essential protiens
now eyes watch something,
different,
this does not happen, always, the vigilant eyes, chase shadows, in silence, ..... this does not stop.... oh very good write and eye catchig imagination. it always attracts with its shine.......10 read mine two eyes, butterflies around and inflamed mind with mary to marru
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the way you infuse this piece with such depth of meaning.