Shadows of thought slip through the lines
Colors change to blackened vines
It's all there in front of you
Stark cold words of few
Wrapping around a heart
And choking out the art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well it isn't closing out your heart as the words are coming out and forming verse for us to appreciate and enjoy even if sad....keep writing, hugs, marci.