Which mouth tells,
ringing out bells,
a man or woman,
you or some one.
She lets out her grief,
thru poems in brief.
In turmoil I'm drowning
the rest gazes at me frowning.
Crime hasn't done, yet punished.
From your love you banished.
The spirit of a few seem known.
One in many is warming my bone.
All seasons go to be one with you.
Where you are I know, as before I knew.
How you will miss her someday will depend on you, love the poem bro, good message for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last two lines were perfect :) beyond what my imagination could conjure. Beyond words :)