A turmoil
a resurrection
in between some yellows
few softer grassy greens
they wanted to me preen
sad they all vanished
from the screen
where once Ialone
had solitary been
Hope you hear my
palpitating heart
and
remember we all are not blind
keep loving the real
musical poet in me
and
keep in mind
where all I have been
in this world so sublime
just ask
PP ME
me
Hope you hear my palpitating heart and remember we all are not blind keep loving the real......love but not the meaningless dream... Love, yes, the reality in poetic greatness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A turmoil A ressurection... They want me to preen... isn't it awesome great. And keep in mind Where all I have been... good Good write.