Doves in the cold
Like carving; you and me
On the young, wild tree
In forest, and free
That grew tall and firm
Keeping hearts in place
Things have changed…
On the top of the hill
A look at the ravine
Opens sight to trees
Heads have changed
In colour, as if aged.
Fall came and summer
Went…
As has died our old love
Two single doves in cold.
Very interesting and wise imagery is drawn here definitely. Very interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful carving indeed, I enjoyed reading this poem, thank you.....
Thank you Melvina