Often I dreamt ofdestroying her cityof islands and lakes.I felt that she’d seethe heap of her city and regretwhat she did to me.I don’t know why, But dream, I did.
'heap of her city' struck me hard..
you are looking sad?
Be courigious, your text is good for thinking.
simply lovely one when wrought through imagery, of course of unique genmere, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem »