New winds breathe
Fresh air into a porous mind
Where time has stopped
To caress
hot winds of doubt;
I often wonder
What music lies
In memory’s bank
To trigger dreams
which once did thrive
And then to feel
Aaah!
In pain I am alive… I am alive.
Baru Gobira June 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem