The images
We think
We see
Are not
The same
For you
Nor me
For images
Form in
A place
That has
Its own idea
Of space
Where beauty
By necessity
May vanish like
A shallow sea
Evaporated
By the Sun
It’s beauty lost
It's form
Undone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True Egal....by necessity beauty may vanish like a shallow sea evaporated by the sun....but another perspective....beauty is how we carry on ourselves while we live...is it not? kindly read my poem 'Beauty branded'