My slate is silver
Glossy, it matters
My joy blinks like star
My sorrow floats in tear
My reflection is my shadow
My shadow like a devil's widow
My dream reigns inside a meadow
My despair flames like a glow
Life ripples in my slate
Makes waves of love and hate
Till Death will pick up my fate
Will take care like a friendly mate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem