in a house of games
two opponents confront thyself
I have the necessary time
I am listen the ~ Dream a little dream of me ~on my Iphone
but...
the heart beat fast
the hands nervously tapping the table
~in a house of games~
has no eyes to eyes
anticipation on heartbeats
not money? ? ? not money? ? ? ?
multiplying the bets
no time? no time?
increase the others on the table ~betting~
what is the name of that?
darts? ? ? ? ? ?
only 12 minutes left
she is going...going away
nothing to say... words are not needed
not a single glimpse eyes....a silent Adeus
a vaporous white dress will touch your face
for the last time
no time...no money....
OH! no will
When I read your lines I think of the things my mother used to always tell me... Scared money never wins. Patience is never a waste of your time.... and the best of all... Hitch your dreams to a shooting star, and never ever let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetheart You did not waste ink on this poem.nice work