My senses
All at once may wake up to
Yoke me in a
Battle with myself
Ever faced such a battle?
This endless sea
Out of habit has been
Moving mostly on its
Own accord for eons…
Restless will be winds
Ravishing will be the night
Of gale and thunder
When all the senses together invade
08feb2008
12.20hrs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem