take a step stop and look into the brown eyes
I cry
place a hand on the beats of a broken
heart
pick a cross and nail it the soul
which bleed
whisper around the lips which lies and breaths
hopes of clay
cloud the dreams of love and colour-full
songs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The dreams of love and colourful songs remain in parallel manner. This is an amazing poem wisely penned.10