Beyond Infinity

Beyond Infinity

I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.

Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.

Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

There are so many questions that can not be answered and so many mysteries that keep on circling. I like the thought process of the narrator in this poem