It seems like a dream
A dream of parallel lines
A never meeting point
Melting like a candle
A shadow in the dark
Long Away from light
Disappears in infinity.
I love that disappearance
A face which disappears
In the clouded eyes
Of an old man
Who wanted to see
The face of his dearest one
At least once in life
Before his death.
A longing for meeting a dear person, the desire before death- - - - - - -this thought has touched deeply.A superb write!
lovely thought. seeing a love one once again would be delightful
Beautiful poem, short and sweet. Desire to meet some one dearest once in life at least before death. Wonderful lines. Loved reading it.
A great longing it is! And a fantastic poem from your pen.Loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fae that disappears, love disappears, good writing, thanks. please read my poems and comment,