is the reflection
the image of a ghost
haunted by life
love-lorn romantic
the heart cut open
exposed
the flesh peeled away
in layers
words fall
drifting silently
the sad and bitter tears
of a lost embrace…
(Previously published in Bardo Burner, Jan 2000, no.12)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bardo Burner, indeed! You got me there, Laurence! And your words fall drifting silently?