I Thought
I thought
love is beauty, but
a quiet rhyme, but
the morning rains, but
a monotone of your voice, but
only thunder cracked my ears, but
echoes that made me puzzled, but
my silver grow into coal, but
I listened and saw, but
Death and ages moving at my side, but
Before that sound i was about, but
Your new theme is beter, but
The gods have made a line in the red sea, but
Two will pass, but.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice abstract poem, lovely to read....10+++