I got the scars of a lion walking through trial.
No one will ever sleep my dreams.
Not only am I without you–motion the tactics–I am alone in this dream.
I got the scars of a lion in the civic enmity of communion.
I know not the color of the sky.
I know more the color of suffering.
I got the scars of a lion at my own leisure.
This is my letter to a world, that has never written to me–
My tightest compassion was tenderly judged.
If my mortal life can unveil an immortality, let the blind assassin walk upon me.
Loving this one, great work. I relate to the story though. Thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated, subtly penned, and nicely encapsulated into a lovely poem. A piece of poetry written in poetic diction. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.