So soft the petal is
who pricked its breast?
so saintly a chest
reaped with lovely harvest
the dust settles
on its lovely bed
and hurts it red
rubbing with it hard
some hearts are
softer than the smooths
of silky woven cloths
hurt are their tenders
when a word a hunter
renders
I can feel the pain
as if it rains
in an alien train
a stranger remote
with no wise coat
cut by my words
and left my sailing hoard.
like these lines: some hearts are softer than the smooths of silky woven cloths hurt are their tenders when a word a hunter renders I can feel the pain as if it rains thank u for ur poetic mind. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully written. Enjoyed the read. D