These statements,
Verbose
A voice so layered with decadence
As we lay out the evidence
We’re joyous yet morose
Slow-burning
Pheromones
O, how exquisite are the dandelions,
Singing softly,
Under an angelic sun
Swaying nimbly,
In the gentle gale.
Your face is all resplendence
And life; pulchritudinous
As fear becomes love again
Failure is not yours to hold,
At least not for the minute
There’ll be
No ostracism my dear,
Mistakes that churn and spin your innards
Until coiled, entwined
In knots
That stretch and bend
Creaking like an old mans bones
Be yourself, you’re finally home
Give away,
Surrender
Opulence, arrogance
They merely cost you acquaintance
And remove you from the splendour
That becomes of understanding.
However, do not maunder; embrace.
Peaks and troughs
Are the essence of existence
As the bush is beat around
Hide beneath the bamboo trees,
Evaporate
Until you are concealed
Then when realisation approaches
Ill call you from your slumber
Let the branches stroke your skin
Until serenity prevails
Then your rescues is complete
And my feelings are replete
We shall elope tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem