I used to smile at all your words.
They are like mood's exhaling.
Flexible canvas is of gold
In the bowl of our patience.
It's like the sky - you cannot grasp the bottom.
There are cold stars of the oblivion of autumn.
What separates us - to 'He' and to 'She'?
We are like particles, an anti-gravity...
wow. each line is equally beautiful. loved the last stanza. extraordinary.
beautiful poem, well-composed. thanks for sharing. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as far as those energies, sometimes I think of it like creator and anti-creator you really can't have one without the other thanks for these wonderful ideas you share freely, bless you