Tis still bleeding from my flowers petals
That incense of darkness overshadowing me such a darkness likened to unseen worlds
Tis still fading like a fluently moving cold front that found heat from the sun's rays that burn like metals
That flowing of wind against my stem that engulfs my enigmatic mind to think
Tis still falling these thorns above my soiled roots that crumble as I age
As the blood from my petals drips it's sorrowful solicitude leading to deaths brink
As I sink from the thickness of this red and blue colored wave-lengthening despair
Tis the ground like my blood, wet and drenching?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this is a good one i really love it and i mean that from the bottom of my heart you write such good poetry