I held onto my sanity as those words threaten to spill
It’s like walking on wire hanging above the deadly hill
The panorama is mesmerizing with a deadly sting
And yet it’s the greatest moment I could sing
I yield, I yield...
I yield to the the venomous touch amidst all the dream
even if I were the moth diving into my final pyre
I dream, I dream...
I dream for her silhouette that dazzles like kisses of the breeze
for that one moment is where my heart would finally find its peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this, short but very expressive. Good write.