I can see you making your way
Through the rubble of my yesterdays
A compassionate landing of feet
Amidst the jagged haggard dreams
I can feel the diaphanous cotton of understanding
Cleansing the ugly gores
filled with septic of concupiscence
your presence has reconnected
number of umbilical cords rent asunder
[Budzz thanks for everything]
won't some presences make us feel connected in this rubble of parting?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
marvelloues...what i like about your work rehan is the way you message is always wrapped up in word-layers which unravel themselves as the piece progresses....its highly intriguing.kudos.