An error of mine here since dawn—
Lost in an icy City
My error a plague,
To it-
No return tonight,
Yes, an error of mine.
An empty book needing words
...
Sad winter stormed through the pages —
By an empty road, by an empty book, by an empty home.
Error, error, an error of mine
AN error playing here since dawn
Shuffling through waves-
Winter written in The Diary of Shame
An empty book with no name.
The sun has fallen asleep
My heart charged north, I hear an echo across the halls —
An error of mine
On the brightest day of May, you see me smile
Where is she? That perfect heart?
If I had a wish....
An error of mine, it was.
error of yours surely binds a reader to repeat the error of reading the poem again n again......love is a two edged blade u bleed. and want to bleed anyway....keep up your error so that we get to read such lines...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sun has fallen asleep! Nice work.