She ponders the fidelity
Of the stars and the moon.
And she comes to me
Like an angry sandstorm
Trapped in an hourglass.
Hurling all of her tears
At my dust scrapped heart,
And clouding my vision
With her endless fury.
I really like it, there's something powerful there. Another verse would be wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with S. Mcdonald. Expand and conquer.