Everything said
I think your a goddess
Id rather have two
What would happen only bliss
enjoyment
let others be jealous, the eyes on the bridges
over the obstacles
minute rocks
but what about the spirit, has it turned to wind
the good action
good over evil
Is the treasure too enticing that it produce mayhem
Maybe it should be less enticing so as to divert attention
so as to see galaxies instead of just stars
to reveal mysteries
of my shipwrecked soul reaching out a hand to terra firme
dancing on the grass
coming out of the forest to observe the crystal river that waters crimson flowers and blue ones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem