Who am I? Am I more than yesterday’s dreams?
The last dropp of wine at the bottom of barrel
The cactus in the desert where forest once bloomed
The puckered lips on reminiscing her kiss
The stain left in jar once flowing with honey
The petal that remains after beauty is gone
Who am I?
Am I the soldier who shoots on his last breath?
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem