Days without echoes are here again,
your footsteps fade in memory…
The stars of longing show up late
and drown
in the puddles
formed by your steps
in the ground
after the rain…
Poem by Vahagn Karakakshian
translated by Tatul Sonentz
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Great !! Simply simple & elegant
ReplyDeleteshirin Ghobadi