Hey my love,
What to say about your glory?
Is it something like,
The snowdrop, carries
The beamy smile of
A thousand suns,
Or
A gentle pat
Runs through
My lazy locks?
Flood back
Our days,
The golden days, when
You filled my heart,
With dreams, none
Other knew,
And the days, I would
Take the world in my hands,
And break it into pieces,
To see you smile...
Our rides together
Upon the balmy breeze,
Run on the top of,
the messy tides,
Dance upon the mountains,
Like a flame.. and
The dreams,
Of dwelling in..
Where the clouds end...
Our days are dead,
You are bizarrely strange,
To me.
Let the wind blow away,
The emotions.
Let the wind blow away
The Sun, and Moon,
And fade away the
Colours of love.
Let the fairies dance,
And sing the
song of despair! !
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of poetry. A lovely poem, well articulated and penned in poetic diction. Using Similes to capture the essence of the piece and your conviction is poetically remarkable. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.