Heart is on fire
Cinders of pain flying
Over its brim as you
Have wished while leaving….
Charred remains of
My love still emit scent
Of your youth that
You have gifted while leaving….
When faced with a situation you describe, I concentrate on my Vulcan half. TFS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you express this wonderfully, what a beautiful thought, even through the pain. Annette