I seek dusts of your footsteps
In the sands of past
I am often lost in fog and haze
I am to live
As long as a tiny hope survives
That i would ever need
Each betrayal begins with a trust
Everyone turns to dust
And found in lost books
Of memories.
A lovely poem with a great meaning in every image. I loved all of it. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Betrayal begins with trust. I know the meaning of this well. Thanks for sharing, Sahar Peace