Be still, loves, be still!
Find the happy medium
that path to enlightenment
the
phosphor-bronze strings
of your intricate heart
the
before Summer and after Winter
Hold.
I grow weary
of the what I grow
weary of the
what I grow weary of constant
heavy, uncomfortable heat
then cold, so cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, beautiful stuff buddy.. Really enjoying your poetry
Thank you so much 🙂