close the door beyond
my human touch
and change my avenue where
I stand and wait
to change my fault
thou a loner
as I carried my feeling
to wet seems
it looks yet!
tears leaves my pain, and
the color of
fools facet every edge
to look down
to end
satisfying taste
touches my tongue
lips that move
to last,
beyond to grow and accept
where it
lies the beginning that I
grow
tell then...
satisfying taste, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
I stand and wait to change my fault... Rare it happens, but poet utters so casually it hears nearing to truth. Well.... Changing fault could bring another fault in new form.... could not the poet change the fault-making-passion! .....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem.here