With lots left unsaid,
With lots yet to do,
The legendary mother of all pulse beats, left us orphaned,
In the brutal struggle for survival we are now alone!
Perhaps the dark clouds hovering above,
like a noose dangling in the gallows,
led her to hasten to the world of peace,
where laments and pleas of apprehensive prophecies were nonexistent! !
WODERFUL JUST WONDERFUL READ MOS SMILES POETESS will you kindly do ur a wonder poetess all say
I like very much the way you start the poem, cutest, crystal clear and impressing composed.5 Stars and to my Favourites. Indeed a great poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The two expressions that I particularly liked of this poem: 'The legendary mother of all pulse beats', and 'where laments and pleas of apprehensive prophecies were nonexistent! '