Randomness thought
sights sounds
shivering air
around the body
crackling energy
each touch as that
of electricity.
Window pane
smirched
not plain
goings on inside
not obvious
to the eye.
For the mind
deceived the
eye
the tear
is real.
The imagination
ran away
with the eye
saw nought
that which
could heal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A capturing write here! A pleasure to read! ! *10* Best regards Thad