My soul mate!
Don’t ask about my (deflowered) dreams;
My false, hollow and coward dreams.
I spent my evening with a night fly,
(To write a poem on love.)
But morning brought the emblem of Nox*,
And word by word, my pen bled an epic of hoax.
I wished to have an ocean of affection,
To flow over my palms.
(But it was only the sand, my reward.)
Don’t ask about my defaced aches.
I offered to throw away my Eden to hell.
(But it burnt my hands.)
At the end,
I turned back to home,
With defeated steps.
But I lost my way in the barren lands.
* Nox = Roman goddess of night
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem