there is a sound
within us
which we equate with
music
with texture smooth
and soft
as sweet gelatin and
tasty with milk and
honey combined
there is a scenery
inside our hearts
in mellow colors
tangerine and light
green
and the lovely hues of
orange and
reds
there is a scent of peach
and taste of tang
always alluring the tongue
and the mind
into the stairs of heaven.
this morning, i am
remembering all of them
feeling, feeling and
feeling each thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem