Behind the dusty glass,
My corpse from that halcyon moment
Stands mockingly frozen,
A relic of your glory
That began and ended my story.
I lived just in that moment
Pride glowed on your face,
And died a trophy in your showcase!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true. A thoughtful poem with many meanings. 10/10 Thanks for sharing BB : O)