Days they will go
Into their oblivion,
put in your heart aglow
from the times gone.
Feelings are not easy
with their way's touch,
life can be so breezy
in doing their plots.
Reality is all inside
in their times going by,
moment's touch, abide
wherever futures lie.
Nothing is just noting
giving nothing at all,
the truth is roughing
into every its call.
Reality will stay here
make its own ways,
like times everywhere
into colors and grays.
Feelings are so lonely
in their ways going on,
you'll remember only
a loved one that's gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is crazy how an absence preoccupies our mind with somebody sometimes more than their presence. How the mind is run by obsessions and fantasies sometimes, as objective dealing with reality gets difficult. Nice poem; innovative rhyme that I enjoyed stepping carefully through.