sweet tear drops of dawn
and a tinge of dusk bitter memories
marked every leaf every petal
of my zealous poesies
some lines triggered like guns
some are embers of romance
pages of critical rosy illusions
and vaulted wakeful hallucinations
my art, my journal, my dream
of me and you in the forest clouds
verses flowing like rain on the river of psyche
coming to kiss, cuddle the ocean of the universe
6-13-10
I love this write...full of amazing words from your very amazing thoughts.. really feel great to read this here, Cat..touching, with a touch of tranquility and silently flowing...soothing... Thanks for sharing, my friend Maia
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I would like to translate this poem
My goodness this is beautiful poetry...extremely nice A pleasure to read