I was
pacing, tracing path
Up down
Through
And around,
In a city
That makes heaven
Feel like a town.
I saw the whole world wearing a yellow
Sundress.
She was
Pacing tracing path
Up down
Through
and around.
God's perfection
At an intersection
While I sat and stared in awe.
Not the type of beauty
For lust
Or empty loves
But more so..
A monument to all
That
Has
Ever
Been
Loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay, you have me..... I like your style and how you can take a slice of life and put it into words and share that moment with others.... a gift.