I lost sight,
when the sunshine liquid overflowed.
Standing, a figure,
reaching for me.
I'm scared, how should I know,
I didn't understand.
Brushing away the gentle offer,
from the irredecent queen.
I lost sight,
I'm sure I lost more.
My trust, my faith,
sensibility.
Clouds of blooming insecurity,
what forbidden fruit have I tasted?
Where am I falling,
who's lost in the fiery glow.
Millions of questions,
but they're forgotten now.
Descending gentle abyss,
unaware,
pleasant blur.
Happiness,
nirvana,
falling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another great write :)