If girls stop smiling
At the malls on Saturday,
If beautiful cats on porches
And window sills
Suddenly disappear,
If orchestral music is never heard again
In concert halls among special friends,
If someone removes
My lovely Emily Dickinson;
Then I’ll sit down quite calmly
And peacefully meditate a mantra of gratitude
For the amount of time I knew these things.
I would remove the word beautiful and I think it would be the perfect poem/mantra. Thanks for the wordly experience.
I really like your poetry. This is great. I loved the cat lines....Really good writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admired this very much indeed. You have learned much from your studies and practices. Disappoints the reader's expectations beautifully.