He mused and mused
and mused on my
neon moon and torched
the glowing filaments
in hundreds of thousands
tiny splinters and painted
darkness and covered
his sun face under dark
smokes of clouds...
Amused, I am left
with only tiny candles
on my platen to light
my idioms....
July 1,2009
candles speak more than anything else........ you portrayed very well....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Marvelous write.