A stone for each memory,
A ripple for the amendment.
The vibration it seems to look the same.
Though it’s re-action….
It’s density …
Is very much unlike the cause.
To which had proceeded
Long enough to be noticed.
I’ve had time to reflect upon these thoughts.
If I can not change time,
Time will change me.
I respectfully gain wisdom for the sorrow.
As I strengthen my mass in divinity…
I can hear this silence that
forever expects me to cave.
The memories are my addiction.
My everlasting gaze.
For pain, that falls.
As rose fades away…
The image,
I will never forget…
For this beauty I have learnt
The past Blooms.
It converts to be reborn.
And Dies once again..
To a rose,
For it's symbol.
For the pond...
It's creator...
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem, you have strong imagry in your writing! keep it up! ~Beth