Hiding behind the walls of feigned love
you were quick to disown me
With all my dreams held within the dove
of your ghost beneath the apple tree
And now the dove has turned to dust
swept across a forgotten moon
where it first bloomed with a gust
Now lays in the mind strewn
Amid the roars of memories foul
that you cling on to so tightly
Like the eyes of a blinded owl
never seeing the light burn brightly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem