My shadow has shrunk
Down to the size of my soul
Tiny seed of a childhood memory
Has grown up to the size of my thought
I seek rain in dry clouds
Swollen to the size of my heart
Gay storm wraps up all my plans
And time can't give me back my dream
My size has been cut short
Ideas turn sides on blank papers;
On the small canvass of this life I
Like to draw a home in an ancient cave
I must get ready to travel to
The source of light much bigger
Than the nascent sun and let my
Soul melt away in it to come out polished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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On the small canvass of this life I Like to draw a home in an ancient cave lovely poem, these two lines stand out more to me, nicely written Annette