The feeling tearing through hearts
And minds
Quick and fleeting
Like summer winds
Before it's completely gone...
October burns a shade
Of burgundy
Flaming with fuel from
A sorrow-sudden sea
Of gasoline
Softly spoken,
Life's too short to commemorate
The battles we win against
Those we despise.
This message was replied
With screams and cries
From sorrow-sudden spies -
It's not:
There's too little time
To be pushed around
And leave vindication unfound.
October burns burgundy
With love and victory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. It makes pictures in the minds eye, one can see the flames...