I heard your steps. I had the feeling that
a few red leaves were knocked to the
ground while falling from an imaginary
tree. I knew that they had become
frightened in the fall. I had the feeling that
I heard your steps, I had that odd
sensation that you were still alive.
But, in the next moment, I was sure
that I hadn't really heard any step.
I saw my Ligustrum vulgare losing
its leaves. I saw myself in the mirror.
I couldn't hear your steps. All I knew was
that I loved you. All I could hear was
the fall of the leaves.But in the next
moment, I felt your kiss on my incurable
and irreversible wound.
I heard the church bell ringing.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow lovd d fanciful imagination in a fantastic free verse poem! We mortals do sense d imposible at times.