Age was handcuffed – but claimed to be free –
Down the isle proceeding.
Like fireworks – glittered her dress –
While Rage at her gazed for a while.
Sheer white curtains beside them draped –
Met they at the isle's end.
“Will you be the cause of me? ” asked Rage of Age –
Answered she with “Yes, away separation we'll send! ”
Not but a candle – the way lit –
Down Destiny's hall to the door.
Each other they led – hand in hand
They'll breathe together some more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it alot, really true i really like ur poetry :)