The Breeze Of A Poem Poem by Bryan Taplits
The Breeze Of A Poem
Undying is the way she is
Fickled and carefree
No longer does she depend on fate-
But on the authors destiny.
A fragrance of imagination
A painter's poster dab
The poetry is engraved now
What once was not- has now been had.
Like a feather floating vagrant
It flares-then pierces like a sickle,
You can not feel the falling feather-
But, yes, you feel the tickle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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