Like a toddler woes
in excess of stomach pain
like lover's blood palpitates
in excess to vena amoris
like a rivalry hooligan
in excess of anger
hits his head with doors and panes
Whirled a cyclone
over the pure bossom
of persecuted earth
that raged the heart
of touch-me-not
hardened brows, metal bossoms
noxious smooches,
nor pure even sobs are
Opaque statues of appearances
Visible nor even the shadows of reality are
Alas!
Still considered 'honourable'....
On Holy Earth 'notorious beings' are! !
Good poem in an intriguing style...just edit (flower) as i said, trust the readers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! I just love the ending.