In this mausoleum of words
every page guards
an uncertain memory,
a dusty immortality
Sometimes
in hours unpredictible
a stranger leafs slowly through the emptyness
and from the bottom of the pages
a frozen music
starts crackling
English version by Sapphire / Ramona Lofton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are graced with the breath of poetic creation - a natural poet. Kudos! And do remain blessed. Thanks for this exquisite and awesome poem.