Bounds at last and freedom cut
with choices done and wishes made
as if a million up-aboves are looking on,
pushing me down, their fire saved,
giving me the subtlety of charm and bond -
not the time to cast away
a second, third, fourth, and fifth chance
at truly finding love at a second, third,
fourth, and fifth sight.
But whom?
The endless now are possibilities in scope;
so confused in my choice of words,
words of choice that could be worse -
strike out third and I'll rejoice!
awesome blend of the thought and use of words...kudos to you...Kale...
u have a genuine and great imagination full of life and color..great poem!
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I would like to translate this poem
The endless now are possibilities in scope; so confused in my choice of words, words of choice that could be worse - strike out third and I'll rejoice! ... is it word jugglery or confusion... i think u callculated and now rejoice....10