These poems
Are the only roads left-
On my islet of lonely moments
Where there had been-
Rains of half-swallowed
Bones of good time
And flesh of evil desires
On the stale shy plates
Of insatiable hunger,
And there lies an old mansion
Where dwell the strange
And deadly ghosts of my killers
Never recognized and who devise
Newer tricks each day.
And flesh of evil desires On the stale shy plates Of insatiable hunger, Loved the poem with so beautiful imageries. 10++++
And there lies an old mansion Where dwell the strange And deadly ghosts of my killers Lovely writing shared.
Where dwell the strange And deadly ghosts of my killers Never recognized and who devise Newer tricks each day. Nice poem with imageries so nicely painted. 10+++for it.
Rains of half-swallowed Bones of good time And flesh of evil desires On the stale shy plates Of insatiable hunger, A poem full of nice imageries. 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rains of half-swallowed Bones of good time And flesh of evil desires On the stale shy plates Of insatiable hunger, Loved the poem with so beautiful imageries. 10+++++