Life is just a flash of light.
One last photograph captures the miserable beauty
of death.
A memory.
Memories of a soul, sold.
So we may wrap our lives up in the articles
of their death.
A short story
soon to be forgotten.
A pool of tears is a sea of gold.
Jus few lines embroided with fragnance of literature. This is a piece. Thanks for sharing. Joshua.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing and haunting interplay of image and language. Indeed, a snapshot hinting at far greater significance. Deftly accomplished, my good artist.