Rollercoaster
Dream was strange,
I was a particle!
Was I of flower?
Or a corpse, human?
Or from some mountain?
Whatever!
I rode a drop and,
Flew high in fountain!
Was joyful with heartbeat,
Felt on rollercoaster!
By flag, USA's,
Was written:
"Tour ended! "
Suddenly we all fell:
"What goes up,
Must come down! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A tersely yet richly figurative opus...composed in a imagery-laden style for the beneath-the-bark delectation of the more seasoned eye. Kudos!