Clouds rendering me immobile
Surrounds me intimidating threatening to wash away
Memories of a different kind.
With the drops trickling down my soul
Paint me blue or shades of it
Then gushes down raging un contained
In its entire wilderness.
A sense of contentment descends
With its aura of blue
Of every shade and hue
As the greys disappear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truth of a poet and - own destiny is intonate own dreams...... rendering me immobile Surrounds me intimidating threatening to wash away Memories of a different kind. With the drops trickling down my soul Paint me blue