Here comes the shining star.
Brighten my night like lovers do.
Bloom in the cold season with the darkest of the night.
Silencing the broken memories, like an ocean.
Diving into the purge of oddity, in love we are dying.
Your touch was no longer real neither true.
Amorphous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your lines, beautifully crafted.