My love is a broken dream...
lost, painfully & knowingly
in the flows of life's stream...
Like a candle's flame in wind
it stands all so lonely and so weakly
at the window of my mind.....
Flickering, fading, restless and dying...
the melted drops of my thoughts
forming meaningless designs...
Yet my mind fuels it along..
revealing my threads as it melts down..
to the last glow it goes on...
Flickering, fading, restless and dying...
and dying... and dying.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you write and can picture the image in my mind vividly. (: