Swirling, raindrops fall on glassy windowpanes, <br />Then dribbles and shrinks into countless pieces. <br />My life is scattered too into such floating veins, <br />Packed with memories in stanzas, lines, phrases. <br /> <br />Once in that woodland, in that mountain I sank <br />In desire, in ecstasy and in cries of numb heart. <br />Stirred, I sang my lyrical life on that riverbank <br />Where floats my emotions, my foremost part. <br /> <br />Thoughts aroused like sea waves that shrink <br />And left a scratch on those arid white leaves <br />With damp trunk’s pencil and emotion’s ink. <br />My heart gathers reminiscences in beehives.<br /><br />Osman Gani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reminiscence-38/
