Place fresh cut flowers
Wherever the rhapsody of morning
Gets broken through.
Remember your youth in decay-
Too soon the dream was devoured.
Here between the forever
Lies the everywhere:
Worship each embrace as though
Were already the ghost, of yesterday.
Jan.29 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti This is a good piece of poetry