after the dying fall
of the crossing sounds
of the bells timbres
there is more death
I thought the burning was
like the ignored sound
of the cataract
complete. but after dying
there is more to come.
the fire renews itself
the background reasserts
images reverse
November 11,1973
the water returns to the sky to be cloud to come down again and again. life goes on.
Very powerful writing.Keep up the good work. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice way to say everything comes back, or goes in circles. Preets