Ideas
Vast terrains
Blank
Far and wide.
Start from scratch
Building
Each thing in my mind.
Rolling hills
Sparkling blue lakes
Jagged purple mountains loom.
Flowers blooming
Opened petals turned toward the sky,
Warm in the sun.
I feel as though i'm looking through a lense.
Air tastes like watermelon,
Sweet and exotic, yet familiar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Warm images, rolling, sparkling- thanks for sharing.