Her tumbledown castle in pitch-black under a starry night.
And she looks at the hallucinogenic sky.
A capricious marriageable star that's burning red
Like her wounded heart.
She dreams that one day someone who comes like a meteor to take her hand and goes to the paradise?
Perhaps Lucy is not so dumb if she can still dream in spite of all the difficulties. Very revealing write, Nimal. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dumb? This one leaves me speechless. So sad. Such fine images. Foolish girl, but as Sandra says, bright enough to dream. Great piece. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥