Poetry like a raging river
Dividing and reuniting
Around rocks as if
Nothing.
Some sentences make me want
To touch each word, feeling
The braille soul-matter
Beneath each pixel.
Norwegian sun on rooftopped
Reader; beads of sweat fall on
My touch screen
That I
Wipe off carefully in order
To read
Just one
More.
May the same sun warm the
Core of your poet's soul.
May none of the stars
On your night sky of
Creativity
Ever
Even
Fade.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Poetry like a raging river
Dividing and reuniting
Around rocks as if
Nothing.
Some sentences make me want
To touch each word, feeling
The braille soul-matter
Beneath each pixel.
Norwegian sun on rooftopped
Reader; beads of sweat fall on
My touch screen
That I
Wipe off carefully in order
To read
Just one
More.
May the same sun warm the
Core of your poet's soul.
May none of the stars
On your night sky of
Creativity
Ever
Even
Fade.
About a fantastic poet.
