flawless as the sight of sound
bound with no remorse, only to be found
promise lives with promised lies
bid my farewells and say my good byes
not wanting, but waiting
waiting for the sight of sound to pass me by
only to fill the cracks that the sound created
listen, just wait, its flawless, flawless as the sight of sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Neville I see it- good imagination 10 points for the imagination