a picture captures
a single flash point in time
a snap shot for memory
a memory keeps
fuller and brighter inside
the weave of a Poem
the instant you start
to read the flood gates open
and there you are once again
back in the moment
through a worm hole of senses
to where all the words began
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inatant captured in snap short words.......but that again leads to its roota ..beautifully clicked