The date on the bedside clock has changed
I feel the same. I can taste the coffee
Which is but a ring on the table
its all so insane.
I get up from bed
just the way i did
a day before
thinking of the day before.
The smoke rings of yesterday
diffuse into today
I taste the vices long buried
see the faces long forgotten
and I realise my past
is yet to be over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The smoke rings of yesterday diffuse into today I taste the vices long buried see the faces long forgotten and this will make me love your poems