Her love was as blue as the sky
Waiting to be found
The more she waited, slowly it shredded
Like autumn leaves, falling
Till it turned grey
Then it became clear to her
That one can ever find her
Good rendition of words in an insightful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Agbor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blue love going grey and shredding like autumn leaves... wow! You are great at original descriptions.