Wanting to touch the sky
I reached out,
but it was beyond my grasp.
Intangible -
like a whisper carried on the breeze.
Hopefulness -
drifting through the shadows
of my mind….
lost
in the labyrinth
of the present,
now gone …
with the wind.
Sky is empty space with particles floating. If hope is all the pace from earth to sky, some part is reachable, I hope. Thank you for a beautiful poem.
Such a deep thought said in so little lines, another well written poem.
Sometime our hope and dreams are gone with the wind but at least we have hope.
the desire to touch the sky can not be blown up simply by wind. deep thought. try once more. with regards
The wind in it's infinite fashion can pick up a seed and take it to a place far away from where it had originally fallen. So is it with our thoughts it can take us to lofty heights then set us in a a place of complete serenity. Very inspiring.
Sometimes we fall short of goals and desires. But one can still try. Brief, to the point and finely written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An eye-catching title, very poetically and intelligently used...with a change of your own style with a touch of newness to it...liked it!