when you cross the bridge
you have nothing in mind
except
the other side
you have decided to
burn the bridge
and she likes it
what is the use of the past?
what is the use of the old pictures?
i have seen all of them
rotting in the garden
i have seen the rain and sunshine
mindless
about the fading of everything
the faces in black and white
turning into another muddy solution
seducing the roots
wanting to be gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent writing Ric.....10++++