Tears running on the floor,
With the tap pressure, it keeps filling the bucket,
So heavy and cloudy it will rain,
As it drizzled to rain out our pain,
Where we sat at the bus stop in await for thy face,
The clouds are dark as we stood lonely in your thoughts,
Where the dreams we had last night touching thy wrinkles,
Closely varnishing in a mirage,
Whiles reality wave hi! In a sorrowful gesture,
When your steps were towards us,
But a welcoming seat you took from ye old pal dust,
Whiles mummy taste the salts of your tears,
In her lost rib she feels distressed,
Where? Here we brought our full bowls of tears,
By the soul we slept beside yesterday,
As he took an early walk alone, behind the dark walls today,
Our sounding cry to keep ye soul safe, we pray,
Look, we stood at the town square dismayed,
Shocked within our tattered sorrow,
The family picture we took fading in shades,
In your written colorful memories we wait to borrow,
From a dreadful dream we woke to greet a gone soul.
A story of existential adversity told in eloquent finesse, with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing Jcson.
Write comment. Nice imagination, Jcson. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
Very well scripted deserves the POD.......thanks for sharing