My eyes fell on her lips, she
walk with her feet on the
sand, i lost control trying
to talk to her, she moved
with the wind and stood
half naked with her eyes
close, one love she said
laughing me on my knee.
The gun blew her smile and
she now dead on my sleep
the midnight hunt my cry
i couldn't believe i let her
go, the ghost skeleton smiles
on it sleep and moved the lives
of her breeds on the wall, it was
not their duty to question my cry, life will keep hammering the grass blades in the ground i admire this
violence, love is iron, i admire, i may never understand the contract between the dead and the living, there is some terror in
their eyes, what i will never undestand, is the beast who write this and claims the centre of life.
Let me join her, kill my smile and
burry it with my shy, the devil seek for her soul and kept it on
the dark world to live in it own
pride, seek for the pray that will
keep the dead in peace, i will seek for her to return to me....
Woah an amazing poem! Thrilled and enthralled by the quirky portrayals. Nice to read u again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you sir Kamoonpuri