And so it will be,
and so it has become,
that the heart of mine,
is a stone of the past,
and stone turned to glass,
in the future,
and the glass is shattered,
and so it is,
that i have become broken,
i am shattered glass,
so it is,
the future.
Very sad, shows feelings of deep. Believe and you will find that last piece to glu it all together again. Chiqui
A stone of past is the glass of future shattered though, a brilliant ida...A bit prosaic but nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Please take refuge in the fact that glass can be broken, re-fired, and re-blown. The glass can then be made into a wondrous piece of art, something better then it was before. May the greatest of all artists re-fire, re-blow your broken heart. Wonderful poem, so glad you shared. :)