Most of the time
Full of feeling,
Feelings that hide
No more,
Opening doors
Roses,
Perfuming thoughts
Loving tenderness
Beautiful words,
Spoken music,
Just waiting to accompany
Heart and mind,
Trying to unravel
Mysteries
That from us
Usually hide,
Yes!
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
Love's creation,
From the very depths
Of our soul
Taking us,
Even to ecstasy,
Lovingly,
Poetry's, spiritual call
A thrilling moment,
Of beauty and purity
To thankfully,recall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts are perfumed with beautiful essence. Poetry is creation of love of thoughts. This poem is excellently penned.10