Words floating,
In despair in attic surface,
spoken with notion,
to breathe in your thoughts,
agonising stare,
burned to ashes
buried in peace,
beneath the snows,
you became a different,
while pointing,
Your sword to me,
and amazed over,
the abrupt turning,
when the earth,
Slipped from your feet.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and imaginative poem. thanks for sharing with all. pl see my new poems as well if time permits. dwell in my soul pg1 watch the magic happen pg3