Painted black on the canvis
black as the eyes of the people whom I walk by
day and day
form dusk til dawn,
noon to twilight
Legs starting to give in..
heart slowly beating to the sound of steps below
my mind wondered like a pen on a poets page of agony and dispear
yet tears I do not show..
Slowly but surely, with every brush stroke the light is dimmed
yet hoplessly here I am
still looking for a sing
for those beautiful deep blue eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem