The stars of my life never
glitter like before,
today life defines me a dry flower
without dew of love,
the sun seems like
a burning demon
of fire spilling creature,
the dream has left me alone
and made me a lifeless machine
in which the pages of poetry
are not printed,
Oh, today I can't feel me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem nicely put together.
Thank you