I steel myself in the tropics
to hide from a patch of snow
that lingers in my memory
no matter where I go
I feel the cold white shroud
I never can forget
it haunts my waking dream
it stalks me like regret
I died in the coldest north
now life is filled with dread
though I may seem alive
for long I have been dead
I died in the coldest north
when love abandoned me
no kiss can spark my pulse
death is a count of three
the spring came three times
and melted the ice away
but then the season passed
it seemed like just a day
I steel myself in the tropics
deceived and safe from harms
but a patch of white awaits
in a shadowy lover's arms
A profound poem on love n loss. Its quite symbolic. Here white represents death n loss. Rich in imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A part of the heart is numb and frozen in time, it seems better to leave it like that to save further hurt