Sometimes this life
full of itching
twists and turns
into the magic ocean,
made of the freedom
full of colors
different colors
butterflies and ribbons
sounds of a piano
coming from the left ear
soul with strong emotion
in all shades of the rainbow
falls with the rhythm of motion
of the heartbeat
as the substitute for an art
warm like fire in the heart
while these
that we call others
are dying in jealous grey
trying to catch their breath
in balance
Siren's dance is always
unbalanced...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write Martina I like the magic ocean makes me think. I liked the imagery in this poem. thanks for sharing.