I live in that
Seemingly
Misapprehended
Solitude,
I live in my memory
Trying to leave back things of the past.
I'm a green wave
Tired of losing.
You're my final wave,
A little more tunefully
In a dancing sea
In this bliss of life
Like a weedy sea dragon
Walking in sounds
To keep this endless love,
Nothing else.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem. However, not so sure about the Weedy sea dragon Walking in sounds. I came across this poem after I, too, wrote about The Final Wave.