Author Jonathan Chaves I listen to a waterfall without getting up from my desk, travel through mountains without going out the door. This painting will never be rolled up and put back in its case: I will leave it on the wall, watch it give birth to mist and fog. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments