Where else to go,
after the eggs of my poetic turtle
were hatched in the safe sands of this island?
Where else to go,
when my heart was planted in the Soil of Love
and sprouted, spreading its delicate scent
into the atmosphere of the sea?
Where else,
will there be a second spring?
What sort of spring is to be expected
from the summer of my life?
Where else,
could there be a divagation from death,
when only death awaits in front of me?
A pragmatic write on life and death! One must put spotlight on your last stanza, 'Where else, could there be a divagation from death, when only death awaits in front of me? '
Where else to go/when my heart was planted in the Soil of Love.....great expression! An endearing piece of poetry....loved reading it............................10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've hooked me in with the frist verse Bravo!