These feelings of mine graffiti my eyes
searching to imprint my innermost love
on the world around me.
I can't stand the chaos of a dead-end street,
so I paint hands holding across walls
that lead from every roadblock ahead
to each detour I can conjure up.
This allows all the life in me, in the world
to never stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem