Too Late Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Too Late
I wanted to write about chasing rainbows,
But someone told of its beauty before me.
I wanted to tell of star filled skies,
The mystic milky way,
Of sand castles built by lovers
On a hot summer day,
The evening tide washing those dreams away,
But someone said it before me.
I wanted to write a new rhymn of love,
About hearts and flowers, the heavens above,
But someone wrote of it before me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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