The birds seem to chirp
The air seems to hum
The Light seems to glow
And the wind seems to blow
The dandelions fly by
The birds to fly
The leaves blow across
and the air is filled with moss
The dogs' bark, the cats purr
The mice are collecting fur
the breeze whistles
as the window shake letting in bristles
As I apply my final touches
I have a chuckle as the brush brushes
And when my painting comes to live
I feel alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rich flow of thoughts with captivating images. An insightful depiction of bliss of creativity, well articulated and elegantly penned with conviction. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing Mantrana.
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