The only picture on the wall
reminds me of a love I had,
two dancers frozen to recall
a love the painter once had known.
He holds her in his arms as if
to say that love is always new.
Now time has passed, its only gift,
a brief, translucent shade of blue.
So love and friends too quickly pass
as sun beats down and pictures fade.
So life assumes a somber shade,
as suns go down and yesterdays
begin to subtly change their hue
to brief, translucent shades of blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply lovely. Please continue sharing, Barry!
I will try to do that. Thanks.