Silver coins beside the origin
The eyes of pearls in margin
Wearisome looks over me
Originated a margin we.
Petals of pink on brightness
The sweetness in darkness
Wholesome wave of her explosion
Stopped at once after our inclusion.
Image of pointed silence
A breath's pointed violence
Never the easy of air in me
Washing helpless changes in me.
Unarmed war of her
Beyond the scraps of our love
I am empty in this world
Splitting empty in emptiness.
your emotions can be felt truly. you bring the effect in few lines.10
Excellent. Nice poem. Unarmed war of her Beyond the scraps of our love I am empty in this world Splitting empty in emptiness. excellent expression. thanks for sharing this beautiful. Ruma
Hello... I read this as a sensual moment... followed by quiet segregation...beautiful...tyvm Karen
A very nice piece of work. Thanks for shearing it with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a breath's pointed violence and unarmed war of her simply super keep on and on