Painted whole day and night
On poetic canvas lite
Every inch by inch
That my eyes trench.
Come show me your heart
Yet for another cast
Who knows how long this last.
Every day is new until I get familiar
Stagnation is never my desire
A new chapter is already on fire.
O painter! O painter
Tell my tale all over
Until I return with yet another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tired soul often feels the same way that end is near and nothing can happen but as time changes even the painter's brush tells a different tale. liked this poet's notes. tony On poetic canvas lite Every inch by inch That my eyes trench. very fine expressions dear Varsha.. tony