Queen of pain
love follows dots in line
far after it altered your horizon
sleepy head softly lays thick grass
which can smell a dream taken home and brought back
Conquering: : Being: : Conquered: : : : : Being The Queen Of Pain
Courage embodied lions charge golden being this man
washing fear tears swallow hearts
long before thoughts bore fruit
saving all the lost gains
pain of Queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats why i love poetry!