Those at my behest…
know that limits persuade
and words orphaned alone
into emptiness hide
with the snow passing on
a new robin will sing
each breath left forgotten
until spoken aloud
as memories fall from grace
—in the silence unnamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb poem, Wishing u a very Happy New Year 2019
the very best to you! Kurt