so i may forget you
the one that i truly love
the one that persists in time
like a moss to a stone
i have decided to be
with so many
and so shallow and so fast
swift, supersonic
ball of fire.
alacritous,
fleet footed bird
high up in the air
and diving headlong
to the ground
dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well done, Ric. Captured this feeling of rebounding in vain while your heart still lies with another perfectly, effortlessly, even poignantly. keep on, sjg