His Paper Mansion Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea
His Paper Mansion
It was more important than life
And he had worked so hard for it
Yet it was not work
For action without thinking
Is not work at all.
But for a moment was triumphant,
That dream just inches away.
Suddenly comes a dark day
Which could have been avoided anyway
Yet pride took him over
And in a split of time -
A time of hypnotizing colors -
They were reduced to ashes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 2:11:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hypnotizing colors, good one, thanks.