The wind is soft,
teasing your hair with the repercussions
of a far away god whispering
~bliss~
I attempt tracking the number of times my
organ thuds off key
but distraction prevails, as it always does.
Well conceived and nicely crafted. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Beryllium.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bea.such a splendid poem👍👍👍