A night with silence,
A bed with bucks
A story, which kept
In a flagon of luck
I slept so long
Without you
Draping the blanket
Without you
Laying back in grey
With tears & stains
Trilling from the vessels
Of the heart
A bedtime story
End me in a torment
With a night, that
Falls with dusk of vile
GOOD STORY DESCRIBED IN GOOD TERMS.GOOD AND BAD IS PART OF LIFE AND SOMETIMES ONE DOMINATES THE OTHER.GOOD POEM AGAIN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is always the rootword of every story..grace