Me, a hornbill
in the terror of love,
A fragrance of sorrow
to my realizations,
A stench of love
to my imagination,
Stillness of water
to my heartbeats,
the murmur of night
to my eyes,
My dream
is yellow,
My flowers have the
fragrance of waiting,
The touch of love
as hard as a glass castle,
In the circle of love,
who is at the centre?
You are as dense as
a moon, when I see you
through the clouds,
The bridge of love
may collapse
as you come...
i really like this poem, shows what you were thinking the way you wrote it.
Absolutely beautiful. The language is musical. Very well done. Regards, Don
Insightful......lovely..........painfully beautiful! .........10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely and delicate poem which describes such a tremendous state of mind, the imagery the color the diction all go into creating a wonderful poetic fabric, the title of the poem is supurb, lovely and intense title,