As I walk down the empty alley
The dreamer dreams
The poet's dreams
Of crisp parchment and scratchy quills.
Prisoned I was in a valley
Of golden beams
And sided dims -
The hidden realms of folly?
And as the darkness spills,
The rosy wings
Of thought swims.
I was lost in there wholly...
WOW! ! ! i have nothing to say to this peace... it is the best dedication to the frustrations of an inspired writer... wow i wished i had thought to write this theme... but i can never write this as elegant as you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thoughts lberated by obscurity from the narrow 'dims' of the valley of golden folly...artistic piece...good rhythm and rhyming through out...10