fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat
purrs in the arms of mother
on the run loses clues
confuses dates and time
twist numbers
in the waiting room of life
tangles
in the ball of memories
intently weaves each day
as if it were the last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Anna Banasiak. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.