Silk fabric of thought
Weave words of perfection.
A tapestry laced with life.
From dawn of day
throughout heavenly night
a melodic line of compassion.
Heart and soul exposed
The bard shares his sensitivity.
Every sensation, every moment
brand new.
Written in his own
unique fashion.
Our senses heightened
we savor it all.
Never to be forgotten.
This is the gift of the eternal poet.
He captivates our emotion and leaves
us enthralled.
As we continue to inhale his passion...
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I would like to translate this poem
Don't stop writing, I want to inhale more of your passion. Good Stuff Nancy. Thank You