21.
tears:
frozen words melting
in a flow of language.
22.
stainless stone
curving in a pattern
-a joy of innocence.
23.
heaven in heart
ever living,
the earth is declining fast!
24
in search of solitude
we meet here and build up artificial gatherings.
Well thought out and nicely penned with conviction. A beautiful creation....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly crafted three liners. So succinct yet profound.