Now.
In verge of destruction
A far gone world
With memories cherished
In blemish thoughts
Two souls
Parted by destiny
Crawling with words
To gather stuffs
Wandering in the darkness
Refining every promise
To search those tiny bubbles
Lifted in air of vicinity
Two parallel lines we are
Simply two banks of a riverside
Never supposed to meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A melancholy write on the grinding pain of separation … and of course, endurance. Nice one.
Thanks