Slow beats heart's flow, forgets dreams' themes once sought
Too soon faith fails, spins cobweb wraiths, sins caught
In Time's checkmate matrix grid lock. Once bold
Music wild, soul's passion dims, defiled, short-sold.
Existence pales, stales, falls, love's tales abort.
(24 May 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite interesting way to structure the piece and it has much imagery that can go off in many directions. This puzzles and entertains well.