Weighing sums of new emotions,
The stuff that binds us to our tears,
Ensnares by comfort's numbing notions
Cloistered thoughts from mounting years.
Some such joys flaunt vivid colors
Steeped, at source, carotid red.
By contrast, scores reek dowdy pallor,
On faces resembling doubtful dead.
Fall's breezes strip the lion's mane
A heady brew that seeds in kind
So, neither drink wine from sour times,
Nor deign to sup on spoiled remains….
your poem has a message too..not to linger on the sorrowful emotions which bind you from being happy...a nice composition
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I would like to translate this poem
There is a beautiful blend of right words emerging out as meaning and implications of Emotions in life is built in a soothing manner. Great poem. Marks 10