In the oblong sky,
I hung your tears to dry,
There is me and you
And the seeds you sowed
In the etheral sunsets,
Thinking about last night
Me broken in your arms,
I cried baby and showed you my soul.
From four directions
They are gonna get me now
Do your tears sate you now?
Do your screams soothe you now?
No remorse, Never, never
We run in circles baby,
There are cracks on the soles,
Pounding on the wall
Do you feel the pain?
But my love you said
I am your gain,
Now you want to throw it all away,
Bury our love,
Yeah, yeah,
Never, never
No remorse,
Now your love,
Is the final curtain call…..
A particularly stirring poem Reshma written straight from your heart. Your writing is just so skillful and Final Curtain Call is such a dramatic title. Excellent! 10 love Karin
very nice reshma.. a change in style... or a redo to go with the bio.. ;) very nice..and congrats on the book swell.... cheers ad ten Qoute Abruptly here she stops; then turns away Her loathing eyes, and shuns the sight of day. Amaz'd he stood, revolving in his mind What speech to frame, and what excuse to find. Her fearful maids their fainting mistress led, And softly laid her on her ivory bed. Aeneid By Virgil
when the curtain begings to loosen its hold, nothing can stop...
For tears feels my eyes, fly on my sweet Angel! For the morning sun should never see you cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sad call...written beautifully....10