A late evening, movin clouds pourin down,
Written words jaded memories.
pen dipped in ink
Like the blue leaf
Written words jaded memories.
Pen dipped in ink
Like close pencraft
Lost in the warm breath
Those soft touch of skin
Written words jaded memories
Taken all the years in it
Rising like tides
Spanin wings of your thoughts
Tellin something to the beatin heart
Written words jaded memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem