Your imperfections,
Cracks & crevices,
Are a beautiful site to see,
But u make all that ugly,
by hiding behind faces,
that don't belong to you...
You're imprisoned,
By your need to impress watching eyes,
Afraid of the picture they'll paint,
On a canvas that they don't own.
The paint brush is in your hands,
So paint until your heart's content,
Smile & create a beautiful kind of art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Joseph, such a good poem....10++++