drizzle over lake
million drops
hit, dip, daub,
inspired brush
dispenses
dancing out
his genius of
forms in colours
over a pure white scheme
tendered for memories
a million drops
over the collected calm
of a thousand year old lake
a million-year soul
fleeing, rushing,
plucks at the zither
of my being
echoes, reverberates
through this farm of experiences
of innocence, love and
what have you
this plain sheet
that the almighty rains on me
hits, dips, daubs,
a painting of a soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful lovely poem.