Is it the mist, that takes out the view? ? ?
Is it the war, that makes me impaired? ? ?
Is it the wind, that pushes me down? ? ?
Is it the snow, that brings in the cold? ? ?
Is it the spice, that touches my tongue? ? ?
Is it the river, that drowns me in? ? ?
Is it the vacuum, that sucks me hard? ? ?
Is it your leave, that breaks my soul? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Pavithra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.