It was a flutter-moment,
as flower-fleeting
as sunlight on a young leaf
frolicking in Summer’s breath,
but barefoot-imprinted
on the memory
like wandering
deep into the dank forest
of a favourite painting
in a long-gone childhood
better and worse
than it was.
(11 November 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem