i see more clearly
now than ever...
nothing changes here!
just as the moon
or some chameleon
often may appear
to alter countenance
or hue,
a ruse that time
reveals;
unraveling the artifice
illusions would
conceal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The illusions that mother nature foists upon us grow weaker as we age! Good or bad? Well, the truth/accuracy should be a grand thing. A high quality piece of thought provoking poetry.