Writing is not about the volume or length of words
But about the sense and meaning a poem accords.
It is like painting on the canvas of a blank page
With the pen as a brush, creating an image.
It is laying out the colors of varied emotions
With depth and substance on the composition.
Simplicity of thought, but laced with good logic,
Excites the reader's mind like a wisp of magic.
It's like walking through a dream in all its brevity
Leaving one with a longing for more of its reverie.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~11.25.19
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the last two lines the best, good to remember as i go to rest
Thank you Chuy Amante,