Anonymous intricacies
despairing dirges
music washes a solitary mystery
and slowly muses
strumming moonlit proof
of time's mad memories...
February 12,2006 ~
Mountain ~ top Cottage, Tennessee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel the solitude and picture the speaker's blank staring at 'mad memories' that the moon (la luna) connotes while a sad music plays. a fine piece, debora.