It follows the shadow
It wets the mist
It colors the color
It swings the wind
It pains the fear
It drains the pain
It stirs the calm
It stacks the moments
It drugs the dream
It drums the silence
It digs a deep whole
Within, it sucks all in.
It’s her intellect
It’s her finery
It’s her throb
It’s her everything.
It’s a poem
On she lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Living as a poem, what a peaceful way to go through life. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn