Flickering candle light with raging
flames of gold, enchanting my
imagination into times of
no return
Catching a falling star, holding it
till it burns out, feeling its broken
gleem that dies in my very palm
Broken promices, and dreaming
of days that never commenced
all smybolize the star that once was
Flickering to the left where all hopes
and dreams come to harbor
Flickering to the Right is where the sounds
of distant drums, beating a very unhappy beat
Hold on dear little flicker, gleem as brightly
as you can, as your light now is my only
destination to a land where happiness
gives its birth
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I would like to translate this poem
Bonnie, Your words seemed to be individually and carefully selected by you, and then are placed beautifully together in prose... an exceptional write! Robert