the heart ceases with
a whimpering breath
breezing on a lover's lips
singing its final song
pretending to alluring formations
and wish-upon stars long gone
silence the remaining vestige
of this oh-so trembling music
or let time unwind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the last three lines. Almost musical, the kind of poetry that should be memorized and recited. Don