Hot wind
She had this creeping smiles on,
Upon my path she tracded for fun,
And she caught me in the hot wind...
Like a crawling snail on the rim.
If had stayed clean and lonely,
Earth would have remained joyous,
Than lately a crash to my heart and path,
She broke a heart pounding love solely.
Yes, I am a salient prolific author...
To cry and weep only to my CREATOR,
But here I am mourning in fornlorness,
And missing crisps of hope and fondness.
What a world where wind wound whales,
What a world where whales wheel wind,
Have I not seen the heat of abyss by lies?
Have she not known am defrosting like ice?
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
> 05/07/2017
⊙ 08: 49PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem