light every candle off, before the darkness
flaw leaving with no pain the palm it return,
for the light close the dark in the shadow of
gloom, Sway all things come in the sweat of
dust as it Sing in the calling Wind
hyphen it’s the only cream, the eyes seem it
define but not so clean, like closeness of the
eyeball as its cover by the skin, remember
all have come to persuade the rotten pen
no one like the old gold old days gone without
any precious reason to come, yet the truth
remain a single stand for everything has been
done, only the fallen heart naked the shining
sun
witnessing many have learn to die, just always
focus the living light and you’ll found that your
already have gone…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem