the deep dark scales fell beneath my eyes, with scarlet color cries like the ocean's raging tides. I am left with the thoughts to intend. if you fail once you fail to live again..isnt that how it ends?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this a great poem with a great flow. May i invite you to read my poem called, The living and the dead.