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Windows
Opens...
the Gothic Window
of Time
Slipping away
shifty, stealthy
images
by the harsh wind, blown
They are
Subtle
but not
kind
Ripping
the sacred front
of soul
Get rid of
all ascetic and immaterial
memories
shoved by the latest thought
They are
ethereal
but not
serene
Falling like dewdrops
into oblivion
one by one
Shared only
by one or another window
in the heart of someone's opened
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Opens...
the Gothic Window
of Time
Slipping away
shifty, stealthy
images
by the harsh wind, blown
They are
Subtle
but not
kind
Ripping
the sacred front
of soul
Get rid of
all ascetic and immaterial
memories
shoved by the latest thought
They are
ethereal
but not
serene
Falling like dewdrops
into oblivion
one by one
Shared only
by one or another window
in the heart of someone's opened
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
English Version of My Poem "Janelas"
JanelasAbre-se
A janela gótica
Do tempo
Escapam-se
Sorrateiras e furtivas
Imagens
Sopradas p'lo inóspito vento
São
Subtis
Mas não
Amáveis
Rasga-se
A fronte sacra
Da alma
Livram-se
Ascéticas e imateriais
Memórias
Empurradas p'lo derradeiro pensamento
São
Etéreas
Mas não
Serenas
Caem como gotas
No esquecimento
Uma a uma
Partilhadas apenas
Por uma ou outra janela
No coração de alguém aberta
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright de KAY MARCH - Todos os Direitos Reservados.
© All Copyrights Reserved.
You may not post, modify or reproduce any of
my artworks without my written authorization.
© 2011 - 2024 Kay-March
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Opens
The Gothic window
of the time
Escape It
And sneaky stealth
pictures
Blown p'lo inhospitable wind
They are
subtle
but not
kind
Ripping up
Sacred forehead
soul
It is free
Ascetic and immaterial
memoirs
Pushed p'lo last thought
They are
ethereal
but not
serene
Fall like drops
the wayside
A a
shared only
For either window
In the heart of someone open
I didn't see the translation at first. The transductor was ok this time.
The depth of the words is dramatic and drew me to continue.
The Gothic window
of the time
Escape It
And sneaky stealth
pictures
Blown p'lo inhospitable wind
They are
subtle
but not
kind
Ripping up
Sacred forehead
soul
It is free
Ascetic and immaterial
memoirs
Pushed p'lo last thought
They are
ethereal
but not
serene
Fall like drops
the wayside
A a
shared only
For either window
In the heart of someone open
I didn't see the translation at first. The transductor was ok this time.
The depth of the words is dramatic and drew me to continue.