In darkest night, my soul, anguished by its plight
Tried, tried to soar free, but tied to soil
Came rushing back, to wait another day.
Day after day like soft petals that circle a flower
Like stories told at night to children
Like comets that circle a sun
Night becomes day and seasons change.
Days go by: And life
May end when it has scarcely begun.
Thinking about ambitions and dreams
Has long ceased; the sound of children at play
Will remain with me as long as it may.
Copyright: Rani Turton
I love the subtle way this poem makes so much sense and is less about abstractions than emotions. I think it's a work of art to read again and again. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very veautifully written poem ma'm that touches you deep....10