The shapes of your letters remind me of vines swaying in the wind Your words look like scribbles of beauty If I could translate, I think you might be saying how lovely the… Read More »Looking At Your Language by Patti
It holds rivers that curve and reach, like a snake with purpose, who seeks a spot to lay its eggs It beats a steady song, like the wind making clouds move Its mountains… Read More »My Heart Is Like A Map by Molly
The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of the swirls and shapes of music, and even though nothing plays, I can still hear it. Your words look like jewelry that shines, shaped like… Read More »Looking At Your Language by Tavia
The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of night, stars, clouds Your words look like music, a road, a puzzle If I could translate, I think you might be sharing a poem… Read More »Looking At Your Language by Amrita
The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of music notes floating on the air Your words look like a woodchuck tail patting a wide log If I could translate, I think you… Read More »Looking At Your Language by Joan
The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of tree branches blowing On a fall day in the forest Your words look like plant roots growing, deep in my garden If I could… Read More »Looking At Your Language by Izabella
It holds rivers that curve and reach like poison oak vines, dying on a tree, at the end of summer It beats a steady song, like drums that sound hollow Its mountains reach… Read More »My Heart Is Like A Map by Izabella
The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of a green oak swaying in the wind Your words look like budding maple leaves If I could translate, I think you might be saying,… Read More »Looking At Your Language by Virginia
Magic wears: An invisibility cloak, A pair of flying shoes, Some lightning trousers and t-shirt that lets him see anything he would like. Magic has hair that is a rainbow. Magic has eyes as sharp… Read More »Magic by Henry J. McAnarey
I wonder if your mornings are like mine a boiled egg and butter soldiers cars zooming by looking at the sky thinking why time can’t go by. After school is a blast play… Read More »Dear You by Joshka