You pick up your brush
since gave up his words
and draws a line
and says that I am
I'm a bit more than that
2 dashes already enough
I take your hands
and gently paint some words
you no longer understands
then I paint my picture
I'm a bit more than that
2 dashes not enough
then, by drawing on me
which carbon paper
to see if you remember
Who I Am
I'm a bit more than that
a silhouette is not enough
A ghost you say
want something more solid?
open your hands
black ink seeping through his fingers
I'm a bit more than that
invisible ink and so thin
Black and white
really try scribble my Body
So I am
The pale line again
avenues of my body is a little more than that. well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These things you say of beauty In truth it's spoke not of her but of needs unsalted, Beauty is not a need But an ecstasy A thirsting however quenched Pale lines drawn dark Dark line fading to pale Speak not the image That image can often lie Think more of the being with-in Her heart, her soul is more than the whole In case you didn't know when you write inspirational words I get inspired... hope you do not mind