Aye...
This heart of stone and marble pieces.
Cracked apart in so many urban specks...
Poor, poor heart, poured away.
Etched at, until shards been laid...
This heart broken clean on through.
More of more pain, on, on, thorough due...
Due this pained heart, due anew.
this is a very beautiful poem. the words you used are so precise and nice. thank you for sharing this
This is not just a pained, but it is a tortured heart. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This ones a sad poem of couplets, which needs some rural air to rejuvenate its soul. Nice one Michael