Blosoms beauty in my mind for you
does dwell at time of sleep.
Tolling of the bold when
lay awake.
Many are the days living lives
I am to.
A writter of drama I am not so what
loving all through words instead
of body is so new.
Rivers rushing through the canyon
is so fun..been there
done that..
This to me is still
so true.
Through you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem