the day's listening is done
only my thoughts are heard
the random musings of poetry
are fragments of yesterday
there is no tomorrow yet
but only moments of reflection
I remember the sounds
wind in the forest of my youth
storms and sibilance of rain
water rushing with the torrent
I remember the crackle of fire
to warm a winter night
sleep rises like a whispered fog
where softest dreams awake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is no tomorrow yet but only moments of reflection - I loved these lines. Nice poem to read, thank you!
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