A photograph graces us with orbs
Celestial bodies, reminders that we are not alone
A foretelling of a coming event or a
Gentle reminder of something that has happened
I used to tie the visitors to a camera flash malfunction
But angel offspring were choosy about their loitering
And their meanings were often not so thinly veiled
As they served as a source of comfort
All Too Often
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem