Don't blame me,
don't pity me.
Because things slip
from my hands
and I keep on catching
all those provoking
moments, witch made to
live touching the limits.
Hey, It'so wonderful
to touch the magic fire
and keep burning. The
ultimate game is complex
but that's life Dear,
and I heartily embrace
it. This is beyond
perception and set logic.
Let it be. I recklessly
splash all my colours
and create my own picture.
Astounding and mystical.
I recklessly splash all my colours and create my own picture. Astounding and mystical- -Lovely ending, well penned poem, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Set logic; but, with the works of peace.