Joy returned;
I witnessed her presence,
As she stood proudly
In front of her achievements.
Her expression glowed,
Yet not with
the innocence of her youth,
At the peak of success,
With feelings of conquest,
And the scent of prosperity,
She looks unformed, tranquil,
Expressing trembling vows,
Unaware of her own words.
Echoing through time and space,
She remembered,
The particular day, hour, and second,
Sunshine and shade,
All emphasizing that specific circumstance.
And me…as her destiny!
Once again,
Caught between the past and the future,
What a confusing business!
We no longer reside in the present.
Silently, I conversed with myself,
And shoved back...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love & Prace 🇳🇵