You’re a silent picture of profound green
offered to a man sublime
instantly adorned in the nick of time
by the morning dew…
But this silent picture of profound blue
thoughts that pitched to a last goodbye
leaving loose all threads in a mystic vie
to a lucky few…
Whilst this silent picture of profound red
a remarkable detachment
in the tenet pure attachment
lives anew…
Oh my silent picture of profound white
coming constantly aberrant and fragile
as eliciting a smile
all from me to you…
Lavkos,
I love this poem, it has great depth. I keep reading it to discover more meaning. Well done.
Kind regards, Gabrielle.
I thank you Gabrielle, however your poetry placed on Diasporic was something else, something I needed to read in order to find myself in English. thank you again