the shrivelled leaf
has become a thousand
pieces of bleakness
as my hand presses
over and over
so green and full
of vitality, the sun
that brought it life had
taken its last juice
it parted from the sprig
that once held it high
gently falling to the ground
a non entity carrying with it
a world of disillusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pervasive sadness, eloquently expressed. You are indeed a poet worthy of the name. Kindest regards, Sandra