They refuse
To fall
Locked here
In my granite heart
Which has no beat...
So bitter are my tears,
I am drowning,
Drowning in the overflow
I say...
Where is that promised
Tomorrow?
5: 27 a.m. EST
March 29,2013
Remote tomorrows Teasing promises Locked tears Ah, isn't life A small part of A mysterious madness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yesterday was a lost dream Today is a real promise And tomorrow will be the burial of hope and promises