twinkles dots horizon
beneath fading moon
whispers garbled to be heard
prisoner of mystical urge
teardrops soak a cotton pile
mourning for a short while
an open window for a breeze
refresh feelings in a maze
silent tapping behind door
deaf ears, left to ignore
parched lips pause for a moment
betrayed by amorous scent
in the corner of beating heart
close door would surely part
but deep sleep did prevail
sweat dreams reflecting feel
lovely straightforward brickwork poem. keep on manonton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great verses...wonderful write...well done... Ency Bearis