Bruised, I gaze back at my life,
The wondrous moments,
with their intoxication,
shine like the foam
on the sea-shore
of the receding waves,
of an enormous ocean.
An ocean of sorrow.
Another great piece...despite the sad ending, I like it...it came as a surprise to me after the summertime feel of the stanza...top marks! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sorrow and the ensuing suffering render sweetened maturity to life...but it's not devoid of wondrous moments either...