So where to now? i ask my question with paramount
concern in my eyes
does fear enter my soul
at the mention of my soul as i dust the sheets of my soul as i
t squels for attention. Of
youth and quickened death it announces the truth of the desires
of heart and mind and............
So my soul sinks its teeth into dust
of another kind
And forwarns its predicament of
lightened eloquent disaster
My life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ah beauty we are all slaves to it hehe amazing write! outstanding!