Passions burst.
The excitement of being
Leaks away into time and space.
And it seems to get hotter every year,
As I lie here caught between
Loss, lethargy and a sweet indulgence
That ages you fast …
Above me
Snowy clouds
Of fleecy willow blossom
Teem in the air,
Flimsy magic
That soon slips through your fingers.
Dreams of flesh
Soon turn to dust…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem