I’m raining backwards in the morning 
You are the rainbow; how do I reach you
Sunbeams entwine with rain drops
And at dusk I’m falling back down
Painting encounters
Past and future
Impetuses 
Onto stars and clouds that
Dream awake unblinking 
The atlas of your lips

gabriel-burns

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LadyBird

Your pen has painted the most beautifully well written words.. AWESOME piece. Nice job

emil-1950

I always wonder at the challenge of writing in a second language or translating from a native language to another- to my mind you are writing two separate poems and if your translation is any indication of your talent, well, this is exceptional. With that said I wish I could speak Hungarian- the man Iive with is Hungarian but... well, to have translate this BACK to the original seems silly and is tantamount (maybe? to use a photography analogy?) to making a positive of a negative and then making a negative of that... and then making a positive... of that. I imagine more and more would get lost in the process...