Before you planted a seed of hope
My heart was miles of desert
And now, it flowers into another Eden
As the trees are full of knowledge
We feast on their pleasures
And then we dance into the night
Until we dream under the glitter
I wish this paradise would not become
A desert of sorrow
As my heart will cease to exist
Without you
No sir it will never be a desert sgain for hope always finds its wy and makes things possible. The fear within is pulling us down. Good poetry sir.
Melancholy seeps through these words and pours into a river of pathos and lost. Another wonderful work Leeann!
Until we dream under the glitter I wish this paradise would not become
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the trees are full of knowledge We feast on their pleasures And then we dance into the night....beautifully expressed! Bravo!