Road is bumpy, thoughts fall over,
They cannot do a single step,
Your face is prisoner in a high tower,
The bridge is facing a real gap.
Seeing pictures: snapshots of life,
Grasping nothing that can matter,
Gazing thru the real world twice,
I learn an alphabet without letter.
No words who dare to paint a love,
I freeze my mind down to the hell,
Fake is the brightness calling above,
There is though only one name to spell.
Volatile wisdom blowing the air,
Acquired chances embrace the mind,
Let the grey heart be a bit fair,
I need to see then what I'll find.
An insightful rendition, well articulated and nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A lovely work of art. Thanks for sharing, Henry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Henrik.
Thanks a lot for the nice words! Encourages me.