Leaves have fallen silently
In a carpet of crimson and red...
Sun hides behind the clouds
Just like a timid infant....
Im walking through this lonely paths..
Hoping somebody will follow me...
I could see nothing but the
darkness that left me alone...
memories are my incentive..to live,
to learn, my survival and my strength
it keeps me walking alone through this paths..
thers no colourful or astounding sceneries
i could only see pale, old and mild gentle streams..
and i smell nothing, but the smell of sorrow..
i walk through this unfamiliar paths
to search profoundly inside my heart
yes, i like to walk alone through this empty paths
its just the darkness that left behind me and
it sometimes swallows me with a yawning mouth
and tasting like a hungry child...
yet, all i need is to walk through this darken paths
to hide my sorrows in a safest lock..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..all i need is to walk through this darken paths to hide my sorrows in a safest lock.......... lovely..