The landscape is flat.
the weather is cold.
the silence of the moment
has left me defeated and alone.
My heart is beating like a
drum, leaving me hopless
and waiting for more.
A warm breeze passes
as i settle in this skin,
A time to reflect on on
all my sins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David you need to read and then re-read your work before posting it. Lift the standard for yourself by making sure there are no errors before you let us read your work