Glass shatters and so do I. Some images may
never leave my mind. Embedded deep inside,
my heart feels born to cry. These are the
days of the melancholy side, when the autumn
clouds and heaviness pass by. And my soul
reaches out, to the stars, the moon and the
sky.
Glass shatters and so do I. Some images may never leave my mind. Embedded deep inside, my heart feels born to cry.............so touching. Sometimes autumn clouds bring melancholy to some unfortunate persons. But when autumn clouds pass by sky with stars and moon appears. Beautiful poem nicely executed.10
Thank You! .. Kumarmani, For such a thoughtful, and beautifully kind reply! .. Your poetry is ever so heart moving to read, ever so deep, and beautiful spiritually! .. Thank you for being here on P.h.! .. Ever so many blessings! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scientists may someday find a link between the season that takes us from the fruitful summer to the deadly winter season and has a natural or even supernatural effect on the human spirit much like the draw the moon exerts on the tides... Beautiful, once again, dear poet! 10++++++++++++++++++
Thank you! .. Susan, Your comment is more beautifully poetic then my poem dear, :) Luv! .. Your poetry is like, a beautiful starry lit nite, after weeks of gray days, had weakened the hearts sight! .. Ever so many blessings! .. :)