The insignificance
Of the significant
To deride on the face
That is in the shape divine
The pink of the cheek
Gets blue
The shine of eyes
As if visited by death
The sweat on the forehead
That creates
With one blow on earth
Milk and honey
Like waters in mud
Rubies precious
Pebbles under feet
Costumes of the first night
Lit in flames
Songs of love
Sooths of hate
What we see
Is reflection of the in
No sword is sharper
Than the sword of tongue
29/6/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No sword is sharper Than the sword of tongue Nothing could be truer and yet it's blessed with the power to heal as well. A deep meaningful write!