so poetic
so divine in her ways
please paint me the way
my path is no longer
the path of peacefulness i desire
contentment in all
i wish to have
with every stroke
she paints me
she makes me, Me
creates me, Me
every mistake is flaw
every flaw is divine
her movements celestial
heavenly only to mine eye
an ode to an assumption
a passerby to my naked eye
gone forever
until again
she may be my passerby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem