In the grey of the afternoon
Whimsical breeze tortures the gossamer curtains
Sucked in, they clutch at the window
Then exhale violently the next breath of breeze
Time of pensive remembering
I lie adrift as thoughts intangible wander
The past draining through the window
Meets the future behind the restless curtains
Meets the future behind the restless curtains..Very amazing expression shared with reality and mind. Nicely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful creative imagery rich