I want to write. I want to paint. I want to take pictures of the sun.
I want to feel you in all I do. I want you to come through it all.
I want to struggle with paint and guitar, photo and sea to get a glimpse of you,
to feel you in the air surrounding me.
In me, reigns you-
And I want to let your glory shine.
Your beauty is my creativity. Your beauty in my hands.
I'll be your clay.
I'll hold my breath as you spin me round.
Your result is never poorly designed.
It's perfect in every cut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem