that rainy morning
shrouded in sweet darkness
i lit the fire and let the flames discover your beauty
we were mad then...
deliciously mad
and we whispered about love
you said-'an invitation to larceny'
i said - 'a proclamation of lunacy'
you were ticklish and you laughed that crazy, meniacle laugh
.that one that i learned to love
....that one that is silent now
as you turned towards me
as i turned to meet you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think you could have done more with this- it had great potential. i wanted to like it, more than how it was written, however. i'm not sure what it needs- i guess lines are a bit jaded (& i kno my work is too at times, thats how i recognize it) . you did paint a vivid picture with your array of words here & it was refreshing in that it was simple & straightfoward. keep up- best care, sus.