There's an empty message in my mailbox.
It bears your name.
It bears your zodiac and other signs.
It bears midnight - the sunshine of buttermade flies.
It bears strong ciphers - beyond texts - of weakness.
It bares your pulse.
It bares your wares.
It bares your skin.
It bears its wears.
There's an empty message in my mailbox.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! What a way to enter the Poetry World! WELCOME my dear brother! This your first posted write clearly shows your naked feelings and talent! A few words well penned that give you away to the World to enjoy! Hoping that this is not your last, I thank you for sharing and keep it up! 10+++ God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo-New York City