I wake from a dream
I fall back in
So vivid but unclear
Fading out, falling in
A touch with no feeling
A moment less than anything
A small string holds me
A small string fraying
A small string, once a chain
A small string, becomes a ribbon
A ribbon for a gift
A gift grown instead of given
It tries to fly away
I fade out and only drift back in
No more falling in or pain
Detached, revisiting
Only fondness for a memory
I hold it carefully
I enjoyed reading...Lines are captivating...I really do love the rythm...Thanks for sharing! ! ! ! God bless you! ! ! -Pink Butterfly-
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I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for the compliment :)