Thus the temple bell tolls again
Yesterwill not crumbled by;
Night stars, constantly align
Whilst their blots ceased to be.
Out or In, they were free
As they were none's deny
As if, two flowers of a tree
Were wise, prest to make see.
The day they were glistening
And her hair, clustered by curl
And he, twice and half, upon wing
Rolled, saying, 'I'm here'.
Then with lonley flower he chuckled
Over crowd, freakishly to unfurl
And over-did to be a man and bold
Or, to say her 'I love you with care'.
02/12/2016
[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in January,2018]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem