sometimes i try to write verses over the broken leaves
confined in solitary pain and agony-the darkness alone
rather my thoughts over tall trees may bring nightmares
i see things that my translucent soul tries me to see
sometimes only hope to me is all the sins i once committed once
and i have a bad future over failed tears and destructions
words are the powerful weapon of time-almost used
in my bare hands i have my sins and crimes i have done
may almighty forgive my inner devil with his soft hands...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another heart felt poem on the broken dreams of life. And the last line is shinning with hopes, that elevated the poem on a higher level. may almighty forgive my inner devil with his soft hands... Beautiful.