Colors overtake me one by one,
as they fuse within my mind
To paint their ancient messages,
prismatic and sublime
The past is but enigma,
tomorrow still a dream
This moment's image all that lasts
—in constancy redeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)
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I would like to translate this poem
The past is but enigma, tomorrow still a dream This moment's image all that lasts —in constancy redeemed.....true dictum. Beautifully inscribed. Thanks for sharing.