Look my love, my fugitive queen!
Everyday is a today, and
Every upcoming day is
Tomorrow that never comes;
We have a lot of yesterday
To postmortem,
Unfold them all and look for
The truth we cultivated silently.
All the yesterday collectively
Creates a reusable hidden world,
That's the only place
Where we can discover ourselves.
Our love is a dream-color marble,
Lost in the world of yesterday!
Our love is a dream-color marble, Lost in the world of yesterday! Outstanding poem on love and departed.
Good ink. I enjoyed your poem. Your imagery is very nice. Take my regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are always the master of love poems. my regards, dear poet.
ha ha ha. Thanks for the compliment, dear!