Come.
Resting peacefully
I come.
Languid.
seeps like molten red
through dried eyes.
Wait.
captures my heart
like a talon-less
bird.
Dream.
simpered thoughts
choke on reality.
Keep Going.
Two words equivalent
to a belief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely done a great write