The sky won't be enough to remind me
of the colours of your heart
nor will the sea
nor the wind
nor the thunder be enough
to bring back the moans
the whispers
and the laughter.
It will be you
when my heart
bursts with passion
who makes me see
in the darkness of pride
which doesn't know
that it's better
to live on love
than to die of pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful composition of words. Very high re-reading value. :)
Thank you, Sonya Annita.