The Game... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Game...
this game of light
and dark
has finally shaped
a body
that i have always yearned
for all these
years
it is not meant to be mine
it is a product of nothing
and nothing
gets it back
like what it owns
it scatters and then
gladly
it disappears
not verifying for once
what one feels
i sigh
some things are meant to be sighed
not meant to be held
for a moment
of caresses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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