Words-stringed together in rhyme,
Simple melodies I have played
Or strings pulled from my own mind,
I see them again,
Behind the white-lined blackness
Of tomorrow's time
Delineated by day and hours
And each remaining
Between tow ends of a page,
Then, there is a beginning again,
A fresher place to play
An old tune refined
As if never heard before
And breaking through the barrier,
I resolved to try once more
To regain the reason,
For believing in today again,
A purpose that seemed secured
Only yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with a very strong structure. Nice sentiments and imagery. Voted 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and vote my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Regards Akmal