The untold stories of tomorrow night,
The pictured memories of the morning dew
A loves enquiry,
A heartbreak untold,
The Icey story of the Drizzle breeze.
The pitter pat of tomorrow pain,
Similarity to ice, is untold as before;
The warm encounter of drizzle with skin,
Can be acidic for the few within.
But get the breeze
With it's fiery force
Is calmer than any Ice Drizzle I see,
I felt it circle my cold appeal
And now in its arms I wish to remain,
Now and forever more,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a little gem amongst the pebbles tonight Gideon...strong write...thanks for sharing it with us...10++