Mountains top
Snows around
Silent and cold
Setting sun
Being warm is the mission
Increasing shadows of the evening
Bunches of bushes burn
Fireflies roaming around
Sky filled with clouds
Sweet, Calm and fulfilling evening
As everyone would have imagined
Instead
Eyes were never quite
Washed by tears
He can never spell the reason
Soul, once he nourished
Was now broken...
-: Festive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting poem...: a highest 10+++++