thoughts fly away
obsessions slowly flow
I‘m
sinking
in the snow
fluffy paths overwhelm me
with their gray
I close my eyes
white walls and insomnia
do not go away
i am sinking..... overwhelming, my thoughts, , white walls. all symbols. you play with symbols in this poem. this is the nature of a poet...... to play with symbols. thank u Anna. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a creative poem...10 +++Keep it up... You may like to read my poem the last kiss with death too.. Naila