I hear the winds blow leaves by
They strike and tease my skin
The pain in my heart growing more
The struggling leaves come in
The clouds I see, the horizon above
The drizzling sound I hear
The breath of rain overcoming me
Our relationship I deared
But it's over now, I dropped the rose
To my inner self I've slammed the door
A harder crowbrar, thou art use
Thy flattery won't do anymore
I glance at the flash of lightening
But now I must not fear
I surrender and leave my heart with you
As I say fare-thee-well my dear
leaving heart with other is the best love. thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write. the best love is nicely crafted.