(for Kit)
Beyond the cascades of dimmed yellow lights
and drums of thundering heartbeats
Beneath the waves of fears and doubts
At the crossroads of dreams and realities
Against the pressing warmth of Cupid's touch
and the lingering scents of dried sunflowers
Within the remnants of the evening,
the whispers suddenly went hushed
As the dust took flight
along with the cold breezes of the night
~ming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one....keep writing... :)