Letting the memories slip through,
I try to decimate everything of you.
The tresses still troubles me,
Casting a dark spell of sorcery,
Helpless, I should have screamed,
But a smile still spreads silently.
Your memories is my armour,
Shielding me from the spears of sanity.
The aroma of yours,
Still coils around my heart.
Your voice yet lingers in the air,
Echoing eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely written poem.