I turn pages after pages
With the help of the tip of my fingers
In the hectic parlays, somewhere
I lose the page
With the most poetic line
Among the poems of wonder
With all the glory of depth and structure
I run my brush with all the desires
To paint the leaf of my dream
In the unknown darkness somewhere
I miss the picture
With the lustre of lines
Among the master pieces
With all the grandeur of beauty and height
Most of the time, a bookmark falls off. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Reminded me a bit of my own When I paint my masterpiece but the tone is different and reflective in another way. nice piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful write. Life misses some opportunities which we later on try recreate unsucessfully.