you watched
the photos
recoil
from the fire's touch
how they continued to smile
as the flames ate their moments
only a certain lostness
present in the eyes
gave an inkling
as to how they felt
the words of love
screaming as they were devoured
the fire licking its lips
munching its way
through thought
scattering now
the ashes of us
across the roses
as crows
tormented a sky
the fire almost
invisible in the sun
the past eaten
by the greedy flames
the day unconcerned
with such goings on
continued to be sunny
and about 3 o'clock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the pictures are lost Do the memories remain How can we be sure?