With a hurricane-lamp
I am in my room
Some one will come today
Portrait of my past is on the wall with a lonely gown
Grass - snakes are still in my bed
I thrown away
The Smoke of my burnt memories
Ash of my feelings
The yellow leaves are still in my bed
Still the melody
Still the cold
Still those smokes
Still that hopes
Some one will come today.
hey this is lovely we all have experiencing someone comin into our lives i can relate to this in my situations this is so beautiful
hey this is lovely we all have experiencing someone comin into our lives i can relate to this in my situations this is so beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Portrait of my past is on the wall with a lonely gown Grass - snakes are still in my bed'.... So idealistic.... metaphor.... simply..awe..! !