yet his gait was limiting
to the harvest of shadows around him
breathing whatever air was there
at the time
and since his writing
caught no-one's attention
and colourful birds may have flown overhead
those television days
although perfect
were over
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thoughtful write. Well said in few lines. Clive, Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for commenting on my poem Many Faces Of A Nobody, much appreciated., ,