Glowing lights
Hit the City
Passersby,
Going home
Night,
Waits in a corner
Dinner,
On the stove
The Moon,
Prepares her entrance
The Stars,
Their chorus song,
All is well, on set
For the moment,
The useless play of life
Must go on,
Don't call me pessimistic,
My useless film
Has not even begun,
How it ends,
Not altruistic,
The nothingness
Of death,
Cannot be sung.
A deeply poignant poem on life with superb imagery.The vivid images embedded in this write lead us to the realm of sadness despite the combined sparkling lights of nature and those set by human hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully written. A brilliant piece woven from a great mind. To my Poem List.