Taking sorrows into beds of roses, filling them with
nourishing tastes of salted tears coming from interior
wells.
Scents touching senses of a being, brought to life
through an exploratory curiosity of this mind being
exploded in rhythms of color and auras displayed in a
mind of talented creativity.
Using an ingenuity of purpose to develop and process
them all onto pages of words, music and canvas's of
perfection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem