Draining the shame, from the shadows at the
end of an icy sea, I go back to yesterday.
Daring the winds to blow, I dance among the
daffodils trying not to die alone. Playing for
pleasure eroding my memories, I can’t
complain. No reason to cry holding my
silence as a treasure, I can only lament the
remedy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write, David. Don