"pink cloud travelled by"
start: stay: decay:
aspects
all there is
emotion's stuff
"wind sounds trees"
time plays conceptions
of a love, middle, no tenses, just is.
"now it roars"
I am drawn in
"night comes on"
the orchestra strikes up many tunes
they lose me, engage me, do
with me as will the mind
- sparks, reflections of their fire
how we do carry on
"regardless"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem