They stare at bare land
as they take the first step that you can't understand.
Its deeper it's opaque to your thoughts
you wonder what it is they see
as their eyes travel through these empty rooms.
They look for their brides as grooms
So they unite what they possess in their hands
this beautiful creation yet so simple
With……
With a pointed needle yet so gentle
it hits the surface
and glides with a ball
The ball that bleeds
leaving trails of thoughts that the minds
of these great thinkers think.
Whether joy or sadness
Good or wickedness.
The rebirth of creativity
Rearranging words generating beautiful
Meanings only known to those that
See past the words.
Who are we? I am a poet****
rebirth of creativity, good writing, thanks, please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful creativity in a poem and liked very much.