worry not about the burrs
that you shall leave to my satin
for I am just passing
the submissive tone from the core of sadness
the face that I wear
dabbed with a gentle touch
of a neutral glow
or the vulnerability of a snow
are only a mirage
the words scrabbled
be of aches
blossoming of a new love at dawn
stroll in a dream within a dream
at a parallel space where feelings
are free to ripple
neither cast a soul to blend
I hold no permanent form
the hands to mold
realms of days to come
is just a utopian idea
that will crumble in practice
way too strange to follow
if you cracked the puzzle
and go forth to your tangible reality
or on to the next puzzle
walk with grace and good recollection
pleased to meet you
and don't you worry about me
I melt and go back to the sea
to rise again
for I am just passing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem