Greyish clouds are strewn across the deep dark heavens,
stars not lacking in lustre shine through the sky like a sore thumb...
pulsing and vibrating as the wind rolls along the horizon.
The time is dusk and I feel the hard cool concrete beneath my back,
with each breath I feel free and content...
the night is brand new and I feel blessed to be alive!
Short yet full of imaginative words that touch the sences and draws the story together.....well done
This IS terrific. Completely natural and true and well crafted. The language is spot on and shows the person behind the poem. S x
Ahhh someone who knows how to seize the moment! ! Terrific poem! ! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shelley, I agree with Dee, definitely someone who knows how to seize the moment, lovely--Melvina--