Deep
Into
the Dim
Her fickle
Heart was
Throbbing
Beside
The candlelight
Before I blew
It out
& the
Last thing
I remember
Seeing was
The reflection
of the flame
on the wick
Dancing
on her
Pupil
& All
Around
Her
Iris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember seen- reflection. thanks.