Under a tree, where clouds above cannot see
leaves, together with names, cover one and another
gaps between, flares fliter in, warm childhood's memory
while i stand still, eyes full of glitter
with tilted heads they look curiously at me
from top to bottom, a clumsy stranger
breaks no deadlock, for this sweet privity
they dance and sing, mock at my naked feather
I saw wonder come down from above cancelled out. Then he came into your life.. and the feather, released all the doubt.. iip
Well articulated, deep sense of intensions and indications, ....deadlock, a tipical computer term also used...thanks for sharing
A profound and compelling perspective. What a unique view. It kept me meditating and re-reading. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are very deep young lady... Another 10.
thanks a lot