It was but mine,
My poem, my quest
My oldest obsession
That fits much like
A single frame
In the old, browned
Snaps of false wishes
And nostalgia reborn.
Unaware that we
And our lives
Have moved beyond
The reach of moist desires
And predatory white ants
Of lust and dust of ego.
That fits much like A single frame In the old, browned Snaps of false wishes And nostalgia reborn. Lovely description. Loved the lines above. 10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sir i enjoy your poem and i am very happy.thanks for shairing...10+++