Today I let the past fall.
The fight to hold it in my hands,
relinquished.
Not a crash.
Not a sound.
As inconsequential and silent
as the stillest night air.
Now, nothing left;
just a handful of ashes,
barely perceptible,
scattered on the ground.
Very impressive write, Elizabeth Hefty. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The serenest of victories... Perhaps now you should poetically discuss what granted you such awesome power.
I join you in that wish :)
I wish I possessed awesome power :)