The curtain so soft
Move like a ghost at night
Maybe he is right
To be ghost
Madness with a heavy mist
All sorrows with so heavy fist
Unfathomable eve of hades
Morrow will be the fades
The curtain stopped
With a haze over me
So all noises
Forest of shadows and again me
No remorse
No whisper
The curtain and the me
wow another beautiful poem! :) so much imagery and has a lot of feeling, i like itt.
So all noises Forest of shadows and again me No remorse No whisper The curtain and the me So meaningful words, well penned...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wondreful feeling on the veil of life, the life is experiencing so many modes again and again and the morning is vanishing all shadows and dark.