Placing myself in an abstract painting, walking around
it's depths, delving into it's morose darkened colors.
Feeling an invisible being, roaming around, watching
me as I gather insight from the strokes tempting a
picture to enter imagination.
Feeling the lightness of an area painted in white,
touching the interior poems of silence, waiting to be
written out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem