'A silent tear on a pale skin
Flowing down but still not fell
A pinkish fog-blurred by the glass it forms-
Percolates through the shutter
A silent scream by an untold fear
Still rings the heartbell
Through the head a howling sound
Pumps the pain into the ventricle
A withered lily boquet in a thirsty vase
Spreads the eternal dream's smell
Swirling petals-as dense clouds they form-
Are making a naked soul to be covered
On the surface of cried ocean-or a solemn sea
When the sunglow turns to scarlet
A desire thats sore makes a heart's pain to grow,
A black swan's feathers reflected'
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing. ALYSSA.
Silent tear! ! The pain inside. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tears that could not fall on the cheeks were the pearls and have been kept by the eyes. What a lovely poem!