Walled behind thoughts of yesterday, gradually turning away
from past tears, an individual stands alone in the middle
of a desert sandstorm.
Watching particles of life being tossed and thrown by fury's
winds, all is lost in dunes of remorse, untouched by salty
water from hundreds of tears.
Life begins with a cry of surprise which gets waylaid in
sandy tides during daily storms.
As death falls over us we softly whisper good-bye.
Swirling sands covering our every breath to another desert
beyond our comprehension.
This is amazing. Your use of imageries is wonderful. I lke this poem. Great and mature write. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery.an excellent poem. Rated 10