I've a promise of a future
laced with elongated vowels
and sprinkled with white flurries
crystallized in late December air.
No two the same, they say;
symmetry matched but not
repeated.
There is no other like me, no place
like Maine
laced with a promise of a future
in late December air.
The symmetry of August happiness
matched
but not repeated
along the creases of a promise
in late December air.
Yes, matched but not repeated. I've a promise of a future laced with elongated vowels....perspective is unique. Nice word choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good flow in the thoughts.. A Poem about certain feelings that we all have gone through at some point or the other.. Expectations.. and the end result.. Good choice of words....