Havocs and whisling sounds
Thunder accross my mind
My passion whirls
The rustling noise
Filling my head
I step o n the cascade
And watch the brittle bones
Cursed for the abondened pride.
I feel you are vowed
To chase my simple demise.
An amazing short poem, really wonderful.........................10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep sublime poem in poetic muse and wordings. Long live the poets though. Well written poet. I couldnt see your message due to some site issues probs but thanx i got yor comment.