Lashed in horror and baked in time
Shadows of nowhere like chronicles chime
Death of anger… Death in the blues
Paint her sculpture in myriad hues
Love that was raped, love that was killed
Tragic and toxic… fate as it wheeled
Across storms and vales of sorrow
Lovelorn mists speak of tomorrow…
And yet the yearning didn’t cease
Lights dim and sparkles appease
Illicit romances bantered with smell
Shadows of tyrants in her soul do knell
A life in whirlpools with thunder above
Cold faces turn up, but angels still love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem