love consummate by words
words that i presume
sparkling in a black that
comes from the white
of your paints
my pain!
or scrambled hands move
suddenly, in the end of love
oscilating in front of me
with sounds, fears
maybe tears
Have you stole it from who?
my consumed soul?
when letters showed up
and i was deceased,
exhaling my last breath!
Oh! my loneliness,
that is why my spirit was made for
Poetry
of night and day
fell tiny drops of black
pouring in my head
Oh! make my suffering less
with crumbled letters
a mere breath, the last
my poetry consummating by love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My pain! My loneliness; and i was deceased. Thanks for sharing.