To catch sight
Angel of such delight
Our time was short
Of this you sort.
For a man like me
A precious sight of thee
A cruel world bestows
Then it removes, you know.
Takes you away
For you to pray
A sip of wine
I know you'll be fine
I have no more say
How to end our day
A slow death for sure
Washed upon a shore
A message, in a flash
Cuts my mind, like a lash.
I pen for solace in my poems
I may as well look for omens
Gorgeous.... heartbreaking and i so so get every part of this... i truly do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly cruel are those who need an introspection and a worth re-read yours Sir