Freedom and love meet together in her eyes.
a fluttering elegance on a whimsical wind.
Expanding wings of soaring insight,
Her grandiose stories are like
poems of rhythmic zeal.
Undressing before my very eyes,
she reveals her naked soul,
bruised and curvaceous.
Her words soothe with
eloquent vivacious words
baring truth to the only sound
that remains a whisper.
All of a dream she is like
an opiate swell of billowy rest
for a weary heart to find peace.
Longing silent embers
burn from everlasting sage for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem