As I pen poems
In loathing of this demon
That has grasped us from behind
I ponder what happened
When did we become exiles?
I thought this was us
But when dawn came
It left us none but a spark
And in that light
We guided ourselves
I've been waiting for you
All these twilights
As I sang my heart out
But you never arrived
Like a bird perched in a tree
I spent decades waiting
For you were gone
And everything fell apart
Disguised trickery
Because I saw nothing more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, Great poem sara