Folded away
in a
coffin of creases
the dormant words of love
lay
sleeping
Delicate fingers
pull
softly at worn edges
as letters
flap their wings and
soar into the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your title caught my eye. This piece has some intense emotion. Good thought and deep feeling. You have the right ingredients! Makes the mind work. Debbie