Her scent still lingers,
like an accusing vine,
Wrapping itself mercilessly
around my heart,
Rose petals cover the floor,
blooming near her wrists
Lying in a garden of regret,
she is a tragic angel,
She took my world,
in a moment of despair
Now i sit with her pain,
trying to give it language
Consumed by the how,
searching for the why
Her memory like a sparrow,
watching me from the window
Too soon to flight,
too late to forgive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so beautifully written. Well done