Wondering how to imagine flowers
in a city covered with concrete towers.
There are so many signs that lack truth,
when heart is still and will never heal.
I walk the confines of my walls at night,
only sensing the world out of sight.
What am I searching for, I do wonder,
as confusing images blink on and off.
What does it matter if I never find
the answers to questions so unkind?
With poignant malice so pronounced
do the crawling lice stand so proud.
I sense that I shall always remain
filled with dread that fosters pain.
Internally the wheels will grind
as I try and cease their rolling.
I understand the midnight moon,
for it signifies my private womb.
There are so many signs that lack truth,
when heart is still and will never heal.
Internally the wheels will grind as I try and cease their rolling I understand the midnight moon, for it signifies my private womb. great imagination and the use of words...... keeping the words together to create a symphony. thank you. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
So many questions and there are some that we can never answer. Life is such. It is faith theat keeps us going. Our heart and soul will not rest until they rest in Him,