You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.
Living in heart only
for transient love. Was it possible
to become immortal in poems?
One day I will meet
you outside the moon. Where
our embraces have gone?
A street car stumbles
on rocks of broken windows.
Now I cannot see your face.
What was left in
our hands. I read daily your
lines. They cry every night.
What was left in our hands. I read daily your lines. They cry every night...............great imagery..........10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Living with great dignity is definitely very interesting and this poem motivates mind of a reader.