The world passes by
All I see is a blur
My senses dizzy
I hear something stir
The rainbow comes up
reflecting yesterday's rain
Failing to revive the stump
And releiving the pain.
The dew shines
In the light of memories
Reminding me of the times
My heart was his.
arundhati, i'm told that only time heals these wounds. of course it's true, but what happens until that moment arrives is a torrential storm. your poem and its imagery paint your pain vividly. you are already surviving this moment, and you're doing it well. thanks for the words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a moving poem about relationships with rich symbolism