When all alone I imagine a field out in the open
You and I casting stones in a pond where
Roam fireflies like drones circling
Like stars winking, agreeing
Such a night for
Dreaming
But
Not in
Daylight
When tasks
Mount up like
Scaffolding for a
Funeral pyre for a
Dispossessed pharaoh
Source of all my sorrows
Cluttering wall with mementos
Listen to concerto a wailing echo
Years ago running after his shadow
Maybe I have a hero complex for saving a business empire from sudden demse, while the boss goes gallivanting. I m actually just an office fixture, stricken by hopeless megalomania. Be careful, my friends.: -)
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I would like to translate this poem
Robert, tell me how to end this poem. It's not symmetrical - yet.