Where did Beauty go?
Poetry and such,
The Art we loved so much,
Of feeling, deep, beyond,
The outer shell of chance,
The Romance,
Once the World did know
Where, oh, where did it go?
'Gone With The Wind'
Romantic glow,
How I regret the years,
That have passed,
And all the beauty that once was,
Cast into the swamp of litany,
Lost in the shadows,
Of non-creativity
Never again to see the light,
And artistically,
To have taken silent flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as the year pass by we stand in the river solid as a rock we never quiver drinking deeply from life's grand cup every last little drop, we can lick up!