Climbing upon a misty wave
A weary spark finds its own grave
Σκαρφαλώνοντας πάνω σε ομιχλώδες κύμα
Η κουρασμένη σπίθα βρίσκει το ίδιο της το μνήμα
Wow says a lot poetically and in brevity. A fab couplet type indeed. Kudos! Plz do read and comment your thoughts on my newest prose titled, " face veils/face masks same thing " as it fosters an understanding of the shared veiling practice btw east and west since history.
Two brilliant lines that capture life and death. So succinct with great impact. Brilliantly crafted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant work.....thanks for sharing.....anjandev roy.