Passages of Time:
Amongst Memories Sublime-
Sharp, biting Pain
Hopefully with Catharsis to Gain.
Noone to Blame;
With All; Nature is the same.
Lives thoroughly enhanced,
Loved ones: spell-bound, entranced.
Silver, flawed, and yet so Perfect (the Moon) :
Her Brown Eyes, Always the first to detect...
Any change in the atmosphere
Forever gone, yet always so near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem