god paints
onto this plain canvas
my feeling and soul
i translate them into words
so many colours
and splashes of magic
that set the world
vibrating
yet sometmes i miss
his outpouring
of art in so many facets
i miss the verses
that would shape my soul itself
with regret i sigh in the night
in earnest i wait his
next stroke and dash
which with deft
of interpretation
would cut deep
onto the pages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The deeper the cut john, the clearer the view. Great little poem. Thank the lord. 10 from Tai