Tibet Poem by Kristin Dimitrova
Tibet
The whole road is besprinkled with lanterns,
the lamas are smiling. They banter each other;
gathered around the cold fire,
they smear it with fingers over their bodies,
licking the flames.
My distant shadows, it has been long since
I started to crawl towards you
in pieces. Somebody has to skin the fatigue,
frighten the habit.
I know I too am a free person,
but I forget.
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...
5/5/2024 5:15:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good poetry, amazing wording! ! Thank you for posting this beautiful poem.