when the story is cut short
the line grow to large to hide
music listen hand and weak
words express all the pleaseure and saddness
life is above and below
people see and say what they wish
first
colours are the soul of the eyes
pictures are the windows to the hearts
the scent of the flowers flows
around the light and gardens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A peaceful and sweet words arrangement..i like this lines- colours are the soul of the eyes.... :)