a cloud that floats away
in the red sky
held me stubborn
not to bleed internally
the past that was faded
never will return
even returns miraculously
I am savage and dull
for such sentiments
nay, I cry sometimes
in the manner
Villian Heathcliff cried
for her, lonely in that
freezing night at the window
"darling do come to me".
An emotionally powerful love poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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