Like a waterfall that flows
in reverse
my spent days are immersed
Lingering in the splash and spray
Each droplet resists in vain
gurgling with nothing to explain
In the mist a melodic melody
departs with a muffled refrain
drifting in my brain...
Singing with angel voices
softly echoing with a slur
as loving images blur
1/28/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem