I, although not beautiful,
have desired to mingle my dust
with all that is beautiful-
with rivers, streams
and the white sand of uninhabited beaches.
As I grow older
I would like to be without dislike
or suspicion-
these hurt me.
I have realised the importance of dreams
and accept the thoughts that go within myself.
The possibility of disaster is always near-
I drag my feet when I say goodbye.
A lovely poem, beautiful concept. I have written several fantasy type poems which you may like to read, Halcyon World, Fields of Green Velvet, Shaded Avenues, for example. Loved reading yours, very well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
outerlook beauty is temporary but beauty of heart is always permanent