Somebody ate this morning too…
Dry utterances of tenderness
Are merging in the breath of
The new sun's flick.
I don't know where the sunshine had hidden.
The linden trees are whispering to each other
While the morning is crying, and the yellow
Circle
Is rising on its zenith, on his
Throne.
They are playing with the shine in
My eyes.
I will never find the sunshine.
Reminds me of the song SECRET popularized by OMD.... Rated 10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great piece again. And again, great ending. It forces me to reread the peom for a different perspective.