From last April
To a June spent in misery
It once came for me
Eagerly
Masquerading
As the musk of a departing lover
Giggles under soiled covers
Tender, calloused fingertips
The apple red of tired lips
A September has come
But I want it to go
An April I once lost
Is all my heart knows
A wonderful lovely poem. Kudos! Plz do read and comment my newest poem too ritled, ' the value of life and oxygen '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A September has come/ But I want it to go /An April I once lost/ Is all my heart knows/ … lovely writing. Loved the poem. Even though it is melancholy the mood of the poem, the choice of words and phrases make it dear to the reader. Full score