A telegram of love was sent
through the cloudy ways to the sea
rushed in the breezy rain
as the sun set out to leave
to let unwind the reins
while carving the blue melody
my pen was slightly bent
a midst the vapors of tea
reminding of those moments
i lost my thread to be
for all the years spent
in finding the golden key
the maze the trap the vent
crushed was i beneath
the clouds hath to lend
for all that earth received
confusing me till the end
not letting the verse complete
helpless not to pretend
the rain had me deceived
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Thomas, i actually did what you said in your comments and believe me i enjoyed it rather more.. :) .its was like a magical spell has been broken..wow..wonderful observation! ! thank you! !