Your heart speaks in a dead language,
My eyes try to understand it
With an opaque magnifying glass.
As if we're falling from a bottomless hill
Only death knows how to stop.
Our home trembles like a volcano
When unknown letters spill out like lava.
Under rain of ashes we sleep shutting ears
While limbs silently burn in synthesis,
Clinging to our familiar communication gap.
What do you do with that dull relative? you deserve better comminication!
Communication gap arises when hearts drift apart! The poem hints at a strained relationship! Poignant in tone and rich in meaning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u are a magician with pen