Errant heart,
Troubled heart,
Restless heart,
Of dreams blurred and unreachable,
Layers upon layers of memories…sweet and bitter,
Drowning with tearful and smoky eyes,
Though the heart wishes it be washed away for eternity,
But the stain of moments…
Will always stay and stirs the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one.I agree, some stains are hard to remove; speciaaly the adament one! ! ! Thanks for commenting (infact encouraing!) on my poems. I invite you to read all my other poems and give feedback.