O I need to feel summer's warm blood course through
My cold, blue veins. I need to turn grim age to youth,
As wounds I thought I had covered, have emerged
Once more. I'm hosting myriad solitudes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another finely written and presented poem with a message that we can relate to sooner or later in life. Thank you Dominic, 10++ and take care.
Thanks once again Shaun..I'm very grateful to you for all your kind and perceptive comments.