Memories should always
evoke something of beauty,
when all you see is dark.
Flights of the black crow,
have the darker shadows.
fly much blacker shades.
Fill up your consciousness
drown yourself in beauty,
force out the black, the blue.
Search out a better way;
in murky darkened shadows,
small flowers of hope look-in.
(26-05-2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem