As the world is fast asleep,
I still wait at this junction,
The noon of the summer's heat,
Meet me in the scorching,
I left
None but I shall know,
Of the words beneath this stillness,
I left in the silent wood,
The details of my lost,
If, and he shall, come to search,
Of my soul's wrath,
He shall love,
Me after finding himself.
I left (xxxxxxxin) the silent wood, nice poem about wood do read my poem MOMS SMILES
A refined poetic imagination, Deepanshi Sabnani. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstandingly written... I'm glad you are writing again after a long pause.10+