The flickering of the candlelight
Casts shadows on the mirrored night,
And beckons faces from my past,
Of long lost loves that didn’t last;
An old acquaintance from long ago
Shimmers in a yellow glow;
But fades, disperses when a draft
Blows gently as I work my craft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so visual David, just lovely! xoxo