After the parting;
and melancholy.
Still can't join them both,
they burst their too strained
Split apart,
none just those the wiser,
and nights cured of there habit.
Gone is each high flown shadow,
and sightless moon between.
While that lone pillar of fire
and afraid how madness a seed,
would spread out wide and far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol Scaredy cattle! lol Springs to this mind. Some sorts of madness should be encouraged imo. Fear of past or future, should not holt the 'presents' of today. Don't you agree? Yes! we have regrets, but hey! should we allow them to persist our whole lives through? Great write, as usual Smiling at you Tai