If you are left crest fallen
With face sullen
Cry not in open
But fully condemn
It was not pure love
That you believed
To be true
For going through
It was simple illusion
That kept you in confusion
Led to live with untruth around
The true love was never found
What made you to surrender?
When it did not appear
And made you to take decision
With no loss of time in anticipation
What made you to surrender? When it did not appear And made you to take decision With no loss of time in anticipation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The 10,421st gem! Great poem, you make it look really easy. Can't figure out why you aren't published in the big name publishing catalog. The writing world is silly like that by not noticing greatness, i suppose. 30 Nov by Peter Hamilton | Reply