the best poem is driven by
one's love for precise and
spontaneous expressions
for what one loves, and how
one loves to be read as one
sails a reader to a landscapel
no one has any real control over,
except ourselves, a landscape which
would ultimately chime the bell for excellence in us
spill out an adagio of verses for loved one with siesmic passion
A beautifully original piece as only you could write it. The last lines are especially memorable. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yep...that's the way it is here, too.