Beauty old……
on the top of the mountain stones
Amidst the huge heaps of the sands
Curving our most ancient romantic lines
giving others future guidelines
Those painful ways, how we both loved
And the gainful style, how we lived
Nobody will know when you are old
you were a wild beauty but so cold
Williamsji Maveli
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem