the mirror
is
cracked.
the morning
bleeds
through
seeping,
dripping
drops
of yesterday
falling
rolling
down
the sink drain
into
tomorrow.
(7-09-1999)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this write. It says much about the sufferings of yesterday affecting our today and vitiating our tomorrow. Thanks.