Thorns, But Keep Going...
It's really toward a limited audience we flee
Drawn to whispers soft as feathers you see
Away to a place where we are what we share
Meant for two souls at each other to stare
Where the fruit of closeness and pain awake
Future memories calling us our lover to take
Pulling close to share heart beats and breath
Weaving flowers of pleasure, passion a wreath
We may be blown into thorny thick darkness
But there's always a soul beyond all the starkness
Whoever you hold in your hands this warm season
Know that nature also gives cold for a reason
Arno Le Roux 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem