A branded opium of a civil soul
A smile, a guile guided and girded
Bereaved a grown appetite to starvation
Drawn a dry throat to thirst
Taken to the cocoons and dug
Deeper, deeper to where the roots find hope, a taste and a gone from it
Then, watch did he as the flower wilted, withered and with nothing withing
Flew at the momentum of a breeze to the lands of:
Who
Knows
Where?
Such is the heart taken off love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely i like it...