The steel bars
are eaten by salt
rust is a fading
memory
the wooden frame
of the window turns
hollow
the termites are
disappointments
what then lasts forever?
your love? your heart?
it settles for a stroke
in just one stroke of
neglect of a mistake
and so?
take note, nothing,
nothing lasts forever
your soul? do you
still worry?
a bush that burns
a flame in flames
a bush that burns, I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last two lines. wonderful...love it