Beating is believing
When all the lost memories came
Dropped to hurt the feeling
Whoever to be cursed to blame
As the wind it comes
Through the hole it stabs
Killing without pains and blood
Becoming numb, frozen with cold
Already torn the heart
Turned into gelid hurt
Since the warmth of love has gone
Not just waiting to be done
Being intrepid to defeat
The stories come to beat
No more words to hide
Without hopes abide
Able to shout in the silence
Waking the eyes to glance
To see the tears by the time
Unlike the beautiful songs of chime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GREAT AND TOUCHING LINES.......... AND YOUR POEM IS BEAUTIFULLY STRUCTURED