Romance and originality, the concentration needed, to blend
non pretentious, reality amongst the junk
surely the cart was before the horse and the white doves were set free
not the budding of the forget me nots, but the unleashing of the white hoses
the extacy and the sea
now someone else has taken your place
In truth life means nothing without you
searching everywhere for you
the procession of doors
without yelow buterflys
meaning of gardens of roses where beauty hides
amongst the thorns and the branches, the rose
But will not endure, it sensuality lasts a while
can i stun it with my revelations, are my yearnings not ties of love to be observed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem