My best poems
Were never written.
They blossomed within
The cherry sweet soul
At times of Grace and Serendipity.
They were
Never heard;
As the ears were deafened by
The hymns of laughter.
Never seen;
As the eyes were smeared by
The dews of joy.
Never spoken;
As the throat was robbed from
Words of expression
When awestruck.
But experienced;
As the arrows of wondrous moments
Pierced the heart
Leaving imprints of imperishable memories
In the form of evanescent poetry;
Blissful, Transcendental and Serene.My best poems
Were never written.
They blossomed within
The cherry sweet soul
At times of Grace and Serendipity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem