forgive me
for my broken heart
my parched lips
and my dusty hair
i plunged down
to a descend
like evening sun
and there was no one
to listen in the desert
my last scream
your cry for your
broken dreams
raised in intensification
barren flushing of suffered
deprivations
as i gave up my courage
on every search
of my wayward
surveillance of
ruthless time
it becomes spread
of invisible immerse
of broken promises
round hollows
before my eyes
as time gets closer to a pause
i suppose
my endearing
voice can cross horizons
and all limits
that prevail
in between you
and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is excellently expressed in great poetic literary figurative way! I like the line of the evening sun metaphor. I think this is of your masterpieces. Long may u write sir.