Sunshine….
Or is it just a reflection
Emanating from my mind,
Through glass
That lids my thoughts,
Ah…now it is morning
So maybe it is just the light,
Imaging, depicting
The end of night…
Can it be the essence of life
Trapped, caught
In a disorientation
Of being happy, distraught.
This uncertainty
Of where lines either start
To meet
Or end…..
As it turns into a bend
Then into a circle, confounding,
Containing secrets within,
Where do dreams end
And realities begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Mira, such an excellent piece...10++++
Appreciate your comment Bernard...Thanks