Oodles of thoughts piling up…
Wanting to come out in this
Serene surrounding.
The voice of the docile being wants to be heard.
Collapses as it wants to explode.
Emotions collide.-
Fusion of sudden feelings.
Like dust it sweeps through the air…
Dances with grace as it slowly
Drops to its reason…
Let the music be heard…
Let the song of affection be felt…
Let if flow. Ardently. Profusely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem