For Mystics, Poets & Painters...
D
Dm W
0
Altın Yaprak
For mystics, there are no borders; only
A vast expanse of stars in the night skies.
For poets, there is no fixed reality;
Only dreams glittering in the moonlight.
For painters, vibrant forms and colours merge,
Like flesh, blood and bone in the birthing room.
They all undergo a creative surge;
From which a thousand blazing flowers bloom.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş