Night’s inferno…
Flame of blinding light.
Storm on the horizon…
Spirits of the underworld.
Restless floating in between…
The torn emotion lost in the end.
Anger, frustration...
How much the hurt can you bear?
Whirlwind amongst the light…
Wishing the clouds would disappear.
Is it really over?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem