Words
hit with arrowhead of the arrow
into the heart opened
wide.
Diamonds of tears
swam slowly
washing remains of illusions.
Grey reality
looked out
hidden in the backstreet
of dreams.
The shroud of despair
covered remains
of radiant thoughts.
Heart
falling down on the pavement
spilt into pieces.
It was left empty
achy place
and one
tiny
crumb of the
optimism...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
astonishing word-picture! 10+