Dream minutes, months, years are but
misted moments of frozen light
not allowed to fade to night.
Mind reflected images of the past
drawn on shattered mirrors and broken glass.
Hello Mister Adams! Is it your full poem? Did you write other poems? I would be pleased to read them! S.A
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strange memories! This poem reminds me the one sent to a friend in May 2008.