Paper doll made of indigo ink
Soul devoid of concealment
Naked and pure.
Reflection of innocence
Exposed by daylight.
Old fears that light would dwindle away to shadowy hour
Blanketing purity of hope and dreams moment by moment
Gave day a thumbprint then disappeared.
Fragrance of life remains in a lonely world
Etched in tattered fragments of memory.
Your poem is beautiful, the words poignant..as I read each line my sadness deepened. As always I enjoyed reading your poetry Thank you for you warm words about my verses xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved reading your poem, though I did not quite understand the first stanza. 'Fragrance of life remains in a lonely world Etched in tattered fragments of memory.' - So beautifully said! Loved these lines.