a look, a mere glance
with those beautiful sorrowful eyes.
is my heart thudding?
i see her
pressed against that glass wall.
her lips move
yet i hear no sound.
a desperation
to hear that voice.
i strain
and try to yell out
that plea
for her to come on down
and join me.
her ears prick,
does she hear me?
then she jerks back,
and i see the strings attached.
only a puppet.
how strange.
for a moment,
i could have sworn
she was
Alive.
It makes me think of desperately wanting something only to be disillusioned and disappointed by its artificiality when we understand it better. I think we've all been there, whether in relationships or in pursuit of the material aspects of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.. Love the imagination of this poem! Well done; D