from deep sleep one wakes
to a fleeting moment:
glimpses of the room
the window at which the darkness hangs
the gentle wind outside amongst the trees
and one floats back into sleep
and the moment awake fleets through the mind
at dinner, hours later
What a beautiful moment. I love how you took a moment in life most take for granted and turned it into art. Well done and thank you for sharing :)
and the moment awake fleets through the mind at dinner, hours later The moment captured and memorized so beautifully could fleet through out the life. The poem is a sleepless beauty emerged from sleep.........10/10. Regards Naseer
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is so true. The mind seems to keep an indelible record of it's impressions; which is not to say, though disease or lack of current, we do not often forget or find ourselves unable to replay certain parts of it.