It worked
your magic there has come
I stand and cry.
And now the center closed
where my warm breath
is simple oyster eaton open sigh.
Is life pathetic which when broken
your heart it clings
and goes around all of that
which you know is me.
And I sit down and wait
independently
while the life which shouts
goes up and down
then all around me.
And I am sitting down again
when your gone
I sit alone
I waite alone and cry
independently then suddenly
I stand and shout.
The shadow hanging on the wall
precurser to my heart.
I think Shadow Girl is very personel and deep, which makes it difficlt for another person to comprehend. It does however display great imagination --a very necessary commodity for poetic thinking!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YES! A little abstract, but poetry it is.