This was my first poem for the year 2008.. A little depressing I know
I heard it
From far away
The toil of the
Church bells...
And yet
I am in the church
I heard satin slither
On the wooden floor
I could see her..
Her chestnut mane
So hauntingly familiar
A taste of the veil
Sinked in her tongue
As it caught in her mouth
I tasted it too....
Bitter and pungent
She looked forward
Towards the altar
and
Saw his kind face;
I saw a monster
She said her vows
with
Unrestrained love
and
Tenderness
As her smile grew wider
I felt the tears
Flow freely
Down my face...
They exchanged rings
and
He carried her into the
Black limousine
To me it resembled
The hearse
I thought
I heard a stifled scream
She was dead
In white and red
The bride was me
and my wedding day
Will be my everyday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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