I am marking tracks with word
you could find your way to the moment
which at one time was everything
so search...
remains of the stopped conversation
they are still heard
becoming the monologue of the heart
listen intently to his rhythm
perhaps you will hear if of what
you don`t notice lost
amongst the abundance of tracks
trampled downon the footpath
dust and dust of the past time covered them
search where the eyesight won`t affect
what it is mating is only important
I like that, dust of the dust past covering things in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem - particularly for that which know, what it is love.