Lost for words
Lost in thoughts
Lost beyond
Rapt
At sea
Missing
Lost in lines
Stretched out in pains
Lost in trouble
In fruitless effort
In the evening breeze
Alone
I go on
Still
Lost
I hunt healing
Eeveryone flee me
And, or, perhaps,
I flee everyone
But I couldn’t flee the skies
The skies didn’t flee
The skies found me
At sun down
Spreading its arms
I steady my gaze
And ran into it
Warm
It was beautiful
The skies healed me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apt! I love this...it captured the theme effectively...welldone.