Amidst their struggle
still to gain...
Their tears have sunk
for a sudden slain....
Sprinkled drops of
warm red rain.....
The edge that stirs up
a vast deep pain....
Though our fragile hearts
break again....
They lie in our thoughts
like a wild mild flame....
Even as they return the way
they came.....
Our minds were the graves
they've always lain.
I like this poem. 'The Lost Ones' are never lost as long as they are remembered. LSP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem! great use of words! ~~Elya Thorn~~