The images on my walls tell stories
Mild stories
of dreams undeffered
Torn stories
of storms and clashes
Dark stories
black, indifferent
and the silent ones
the dimmer
the stranger
with black and red hues
and gold threading
sunsets, sunrises
highs, lows
everything
and nothing
together
tarnished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too pretentious