my hate my heart
thirst of my heart
of a damned curse
ill filled touch
of a failed love
a bloodless cut
a wingless bird
flightless bat
love that dont last
dull from dawn to dusk
windless sea on my big sailed boat
soundless harp an ochestra of all dumb
things i ought have forgot
flash through this cold dense mind
heart filled with doubt
doubt filled up thoughts
what i tend to have its all
dreams that are just thats all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If dreams are what you have why hate in heart?