Poetry is the discovery
that the blueness of skies
hides there the diamonds
that at night, bless our eyes.
It is listening to the music
of butterfly wings
in harmony with the beat
of blithe flowers swaying.
It is drinking the sight
only seen in the mind
the prism of rainbow's light,
such fullness to find.
It is looking at life here
by the number of scars
by the weight of the tears
and hopeful dreams seen afar.
Copyright ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.17.13.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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