My sorrow is full of you -
Bones - sore of you -
Tender - I glisten in the wind -
Knowing gentle breeze eludes me -
I grow in the calm -
You - in the chaos -
You and I view it ironically this way -
I dread it - You assure it -
Pain for pleasure -
Distance for existence - Deception ensues -
Fool in the wind -
Death to all flowers -
Snap every tree -
Split every mountain -
You exhaust me -
Slithering like a serpent -
My sorrow is full of you -
Bones - sore of you -
Be free - let my own
Death come for me -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sorrowful love poem. deep and thought provoking. nice write. keep writing.