the passenger
who takes the loneliest road,
sees the time
in which the trees
left a simple word,
in sheltered stillness,
on the mirage of horizon.
with a scarcity of lyrics,
as in, to stay, to leave...
the clouds upon the simple word
are our moments.
This is beautiful, like a minimalist painting with exquisite brush strokes executed exactly. It is a stark but potent picture of the moment... Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The caper of real words makes a tranquil phace in this feeble..... the passenger who takes the loneliest road, sees the time in which the trees left a simple word, the poet love to makes a celebration in her little World...