Realized this in the interim
Another day of waiting
Running after your
Shadow, your
Phantom
Again
Grazed
Wet cheeks
Dangerous mind
Solace of the meek
Insults bounce off me
Your mute silence wears
Down like a long dark gown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Doris, such a sublime poem....10+++++
Hi Bernard, Sublime is profound. I deeply appreciate your wisdom. Thank you.