how many shadows brushed past,
how long was that,
since the last glimpse of light
which blinded my sight,
finely captured;
closely reminisced
in my memory bank-
i realized in the end,
it's a deceiving phantasm,
just your silhouette
unmoved,
stagnant in my heart woes-
hii.this is a very very sensitive poem portraying a very poignant emotion.supurb work, thanx
shadows, silhouettes....traces of what's left.....wow! i think i'm gonna like your poems.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Arkay Dass and Sonya Florentino