Unlikely
437 sunrises
Colour reaching across the sky
Pushing the fog
It would seem for eternity
Floating calm
Only sound of birds
Water mirroring the heavens
A moment
Preventing the passage of time
Fast forward to veracity
Eyes across a road ignored
Apprehension bad mojo
Words fluttered over
Wiping memories clean
5 comments:
hmmm...Apprehension bad mojo
go on...
What does it mean to you? How do you feel about that?
To me, this is a poem about starting over but hope takes time when memories are stained into the soul and misery remains.
btw you forgot, "So what you're saying is..." and the exact words to use..."How does this make you feel?"...haha I feel enlightened!
So what your saying is that misery stains souls when there is no hope when memories are distorted? All that from bad mojo?
I like your translation...nice candid introspective..
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