An outsider......
I venture to be an outsider,
to worship you, not from near
at your celestial shrine of love
to be like a flying white dove
My Veins are alphabets;
Thumbs are words;
Hands are sentences.
My pages are for your lust;
Chapters are for your life;
My book is your soul.
Cover becomes the tomb stone.
By Williamsji Maveli
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exceptional poem, it has the eternal flow, I loved it, it captures the g, the 9.8 meters per second square acceleration of the souls symphony in it. Bravo.