once I knew a person,
his sight was infinite, such as the sky
and I believe him,
he was hearing the voice of my soul,
who was the holiest and purest peroperty of mine,
but my angle lost in the passing of the days,
the brightness of his eyes disappeared,
and I sought hopelessly the memories
which were like dreams,
the dreams that imagine weren't real any time,
oh, my lord
bring me back my angle...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is your 2nd pc in a trial, also not yet in mood in sonnet write. I'm ging to read your other sonnets one by one. Yes, I like sonnet too, as I have tried once in 1 yr ago, but it was not attractive enough for the readers (critics) who did not have the interest to read sonnet (most people do not know sonnet) . I'm going to find information in the internet this evening, and intending to write it once again later. I like this poem..although it is not a sonnet yet.