Like a bunch of thorns
These lonely hours prick my soul
Mind bleeds in darkness
As if through it there drilled a hole
Fragrance of your memory
Wafted away like a whiff of wind
You walked away like a
Shadow in darkness leaving be behind
I will go on leaving this
Life like a stream without its flow
Like the evening sun at
The edge of eve mourning its glow
there is no rose without a thorn and roses never die in library books they lie as in lay read my strangers poem just posted today words are with what I play all day you also may
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Living this life like a stream without flow... Powerful words describe the state of being without life mate.
So nice of you Sir for taking time to read and comment. My regards.