Your mind is set still
like a beautiful butterfly
on a red rose petle
and your thoughts
as frozen as a glaciar
when you think a thought
as smart as it may be
it drifts and melt away forever lost
and never to be..................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly interesting poem. Perhaps the 'be' at the beginning of line eight should do better at the end of line seven. Read mine - To An Aged Man - Adeline