Reflections.
Each, a
unique
creation.
Wired
at
inception.
Down
loaded
after birth.
Sculpted
through
experience.
Works of
art all.
Some,
rough hewn.
Others,
finer in
detail.
All
reflecting
back to
the milieu.
Each, a
brush stroke
back
into the
realm.
Each, a
part of
writhing
humanity.
Destination
uncertain.
Path
to the
beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John! This is a great poem, and I especially enjoyed " Each, a brush stroke back into the realm.
Thank you Maria