Turning inward
one can see
how it's really
meant to be
Voices whispering,
soft a name
a silhouette in
a picture frame
A butterfly winging
its way
searching for a
better day
Turning inward
one will know
just liking watching
a picture show.
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I like the concept, it reminds me of some of my poems, except with the poetic etiquette that i lack. Perfect is it both shape and form. Just like new baby being born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely rhythmic poem and very poetic. full of hopes.