Dark
Are the curls
Against the sand
A graceful brush
Of her sweeping hand
Lashes stark
Against pale cheeks
Her voice is silent
When her lips do speak
Her legs
Immobile
Caught in the chain
No slack to thrash
She’s going insane
Her eyes
They hunger for the sun
To touch her
As they yearn for the moon
To embrace
She wishes for love
To come and hold her
A love
That cant be erased
Her heart is lost
In the midnight sky
Probly dropped among the stars
There she remains
Captive to the sea
Until the sun
Can erase her scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem