Blindness – the fate of the damned one
Hush – the habit of a killer
And dream – the wake of a mortal
It could have been three men
Merged with their eyes
Even though one of them is the blind man
To encounter a man with all his senses is a rarity
Because the road is not marked
Yet
If you do not see
Or do not dream
Or do not know how to keep quiet
a good one ;) btw, I've sent an email about the Anthology project.. Ciao
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe doom if you don't..nice poem ma'am