At first
the loss
& the world losing
all meaning
nothing
meaning
anything
anymore
& then the loss
of the loss
& the world
finding you
yet again
like 'ittle crocuses
of happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How pretty... especially love the 'ittle crocuses'.... shouldn't their plural be crocii? (not sure) ! ! tee hee... I do so love that line though. HG: -) xx