In this soft night thread
A necklace of stars
And wear it in remembrance
Of moments that never will be.
Smiles and tears blend
In a stream of years like
Sunny-rain-sparkle; but no pain,
No sorrow, no living with,
No sharing...
That, in the truth of tomorrow,
They break and scatter whence
They come:
The fancy of some
Old-fashioned brain.
Hi Tan, this I enjoyed a lot.................keep it going, , , , , , , , , , , willow
Sorrow reflected in tranquillity. Praise for your excellent poem. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem relates to the pain that I have experienced, Of moments that will never be, ouch