O my fate seems to be indelibly inscribed
In this soft, summer light. I sense autumn's shadows.
For the briefest of moments I glimpse the colours,
Forms and gestures of those I once knew and loved in
The bright days of green and gold before Eden's fall
Yet I cannot reach out to them. For they are long gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glimpse the colour, great one