Beady eyes looked to the skies
A figure looming, tragedy brooding
Skipped heart beats, the man wore pleats
A hand reaching, soul’s force depleting
Gasping for air, whispered prayer
“Why are you doing this? ...” his name was Chris
“…once, we loved each other…”
He killed her without an eye’s flutter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a touching poem of love and hope. i loved it thank you very much for sharing this piece