Move a set of words from the owl of wisdom
Stand a free from the crowds of pearls and
Waves. Hold a mornings day break in the
Eye of a soul.
The touch of the torches light lifts the lyics of
Life, stories of old and new. Pieces of hit and
Misses along the path of mind and heart
The thought of here and now over the pages
Of coloured pictures, mintues and seconds of
Time floats away on the train of wasted
Time
Emtions and motions of love and games.
The death of hope and wishes.
Fingerprints and movies saddled on the
Porthole of memeories and courage, cuddles
And joy tangles the last breathe of growth
And smiles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the lines, 'Pieces of hit and Misses along the path of mind and heart', a good description of life in the flow of time.