Alone in the mysteries of my desire
for you in the wilderness of an earthly fire
With no loss and fulfillment of verses I write…those of pure poetry and satire
Alone in the words I swallow in the dreams of your thoughts…you a big liar
I free myself from the memory of emptiness and common void
In your world so perfected yet odd
I stand alone and write of the years I count
In your world odd, yet so perfected
Like a simple man without a thing…
I stand alone
nice poem lovely write...... Alone Alone in the mysteries of my desire wow :))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yr writing is so good, I feel you