The whistling of a howling plight
Ringing with echoes of bitter night
Soar with a unfurl of love touch
Coming deep so intricate, and I gush
It real up like a noisy air
I graze and walk in fear
I dash to this holy bitterness
Showing no iota of kindness
It’s uneasy to tell though of this story
How it cheated and gave no glory
I measure up this sighs in my heart
It is stumbling and intact
It came with no trunk of it best
And push me to a holy zest.
It string and strike strong
On whatever ways it goes wrong
I join this coterie that has given
And from it zenith, none has taken
It’s so hard to go with out a resolve
But I compromise with a farewell to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your ending is very nice and meaningful. take care