Sitting here
lost to self
basking in nature
alive to home
Bathe me then
not with water
dabbing the surface
don't reach the bones
With liquid eyes
flood my soul
dropp by drop
back to life
hey. thanks for the comment. i like this, GREAT title, and i love the content it's simple yet deep. ttyl Mark.
What a beautiful thought - and to give it shape - an equally beautiful poem. Well done, Mark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears made in Heaven are worth the stars in the skies.It shine your beeping heart.