Beyond the gloomy ambiance, her
Unperturbed bosom crawls in dread.
Tranquility brings macabre thoughts;
Abashed by her own weakness,
Yearning to banish brusquely.
Kindled was the flame of horror, but tries to
Alleviate her own sturdiness; however
Reaped by a deafening silence that
Looms the timorous dark fate.
Visions of hope seems forfeited,
Alienated by vast distress.
Lying in her solitude of woe, when
Enthralled by a sweet murmur of endless-
Nesh songs of robins above the trees.
A refined poetic imagination, Ana Liza. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The distress is reflected poetically