Wither teardrop's recede
into the vastness of my soul
once hearkened unto immaculate
conception
but burn unto sanctity of selfish sin
darkest throe's of immortal realities
divide the fragile EGGSHELL MIND
canst not the believer
disdain his own truths?
or on the wing's of shipwrecked minds
become as the grievous rose
for within the supplication
of my silent cries
death reaches the sea
but canst not make
herself known
to the entities of man nor angels
within the shadow
of a single tear
lies the soul
of a thousand prayers
veiled to the night
and carried within the depths
of righteousness and solitude-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I heard your silent cries throughout the piece! ! ! let your night more optimist! ! ! darkest throe's of immortal realities--> I loved much this line