She sat near the columns of Solomon,
her green liquid pools
overflowing their banks
and running down in streams
across her petite features.
The dreams they had were shattered
as the sword was thrust into his heart
draining his life away
on grasslands far away.
She sit alone now
near the columns of Solomon
her petite features stained
with tears flowing
for her lost love
gone now from her forever.
23 November 2009
David, -Very beautiful poem, though- the sad ..10.... best wishes, Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely images and ideas; the overflowing green pools were perfect. (smile)