Tranquil nights find closure beneath chaotic stars,
And forever finds a way to seep into our dreams.
Today I say:
How many breaths must we take to realize that each one brings us closer to our end?
My breaths were meant for only one heart to enjoy.
And that heart is not mine.
It’s yours.
Time ticks away and I have yet to know you.
A lovely and sad poem Brenda. Such depth. I loved it. Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My breaths were meant for only one heart to enjoy. And that heart is not mine. It’s yours. That's lovely said, but please let me enjoy the breathes your heart brings out in words