I drink the magic potion, now and then
And forget about who I am, now and then
To seek a place safe and secure
To forget about my restraints, now and then
The cold wind sometimes does bite
I cry in pain when verity strikes
To sing your own verses to the air is not a sin
A try to return from the oblivion, a try to penetrate thy skin
But then, there are frail moments
Moments when you feel you are too weak
When reaching the stars seems more natural,
Than reaching your being.
A very beautiful poem showing the need of reaching ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah sometimes the lovd is unreachable but maybe it may be good for us. I like yor artistic show of hopeless love and how u end it poeticaly with reachin stars instead wow. So nice to read u again, hope u wil too mine latest.