A convent of undead thoughts,
A cloister of lyrics.
An abyss of unrecalled
Verses. Free verses
That begged to be solely written
To you. For you.
To this, I pen down the word
Already engraved upon
The altars of my soul unseen:
Adieu. Adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem on bidding adieu. Thanks