Today I sit down to write poems
to fill all the pages in the world
to bridge the gap between the lines
to give a soul tribute to my beloved
today, words are shorter, greater am I
today my mind is craving for her eye
when in the dark room, her smell felt
now there is nothing aside the darkness in the room
Poetry is a beauty with purpose, even more beautiful then poetry without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, one stanza is so upbeat, the other is written wuth a great sense of loss! Inspired write!