I am writing with my blood
on scarlet paper,
so you can't find
my masterpiece
of the red vessel.
My tear falls
on the white
tissues,
so you can't see.
When I swim in free style,
you do the backstroke.
Our eyes can't contact
each other.
If you could understand,
my tear, your dewdrop
wouldn't have evaporated
in the upper blue!
If you could understand, my tear, your dewdrop wouldn't have evaporated Beautiful images to convey the feelings. Thank you.
Words scribed in blood Blotted in scarlet paper Adhered in our heart with tears Whether it is masterpiece or not
Oh this world is far too blind To read whats written in blood or tears But each of us must comfort find In voices within and there will be no more fears..... (Good one - keep writing)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent write. If they could understand everything would be so simple.