WARSHIPS ARE DEAD TEARS DROPPED ON SEA
'THESE ARE'NT MINE', 'EVERY-WRITTEN-COMPOSITION IS A REFLECTION OF' ME LOVE FOR YOU
SCREAM TRUE FRIEND, TROUGH THE EVERLASTING PURPLE EVENING TEA
I WON'T MIND WRITE IT FOR YOU, AND THE DOUBLE STAR IS DEARLY MISSED
'LIKE THE LIVING MISS THE DEAD', WHO IS MISSING YOU?
OVERWHELMING NOSTALGIA ON ME MOURNING BREAD, SOUNDTRACK OF A LIFETIME SPENT WOUNDED
THE PAW IS BLEEDING BUT WON'T EVER FALTER PLEAD
NOW TIME FLOWS ON PENDLE ROAD, IT IS DEAD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is poetry. This poem is SCREAMING something...I'm not sure what it is...death of a loved one I think. Either way it is extremely stirring.