Like an alley
The street hides between
Trees of brown rattling leaves
In the daring depths of dark.
The swirling wind above
Wrestles itself:
Spinning its airy way
Down the vacant road.
Aged rain water
Leaves its signature in mirror-like puddles
On the unpure pavement
And in the mind I call mine.
I fake possession of solitary sight
Enough to spot them
In light's absence.
I playfully splash one:
Shattering its glassy stillness
To beg Childhood's charming return to me.
Great images flowing all over the universe of your brilliant poem.Fantastic
truly a very nice portrayal of images flowing smoothly in verse. your poem had made my day. thanks a lot for sharing.
Like this one very much. Read mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fake possession of solitary sight, more of inspire dear, lovely. pls read my new poem " In the garden.