The closest fire burned on the lake.
My iron heart that night split
Into tiny pieces for you to take
And hold in requiem of memories bit
By innocence taken.
I watched your eyes for hours
And you never saw my stare.
You sat down among the flowers
Transfixed by the colored air
Into satin hues.
My heart melted into watery hell
And left me torn from memories fake.
Finding angels that long had fell
The closest fire burned on the lake.
I swam alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem