tie like knot hoist my laugh
terrible that touches my lap, dying in
snore waiting to cry
in my window pain
loud, so loud capture the
rain, thou nothing left than a vain,
oh! failure comes of
where the silent is gone, the crickets
dance and fail assurance
rest in peace
fold the covered cloth
like ladies wish for dishes, hold on
warrior of truth,
the garrison seals the crook
… be a prisoner without number
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loud so loud capture the rain. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.