Softly landed her
silver
streaked
hair.
Alternating colors
downpoured on my face.
Flickering light,
frothing shade,
smartphone screen
hides no emotion.
Like a dark silhouette
in the motionless water.
Like a fiercest strike
of a flattened thunder.
Light outruns
age, calm and composed,
and never falters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Henry, such a wonderful poem....10++++