We wandered into the cold dark forest. This
seems a regular occurrence.
With every step the past is relived.
You believe we are in a state of flux and the
future is ours to shape. I believe it is a
transient sense of false belief.
We hold onto illogical hope.
Trust was never in question. The unknown
is broken.
Our dactylograms are fading.
We venture deeper into the forest.
For a moment you lost me and my doppelganger
found you.
We are near the end. The end is here.
You emerge from the forest and the world
lost me to passion.
Nice use of little know words I needed a quick Webster refresher
Very mysterious and alluring, capturing my curiosity at once. Enticing sentiments throughout the poem. Love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely write with great visuals..nicely done.. Annette