Still...
im smelling that sad fragrance
of my heart
remaining me of lost love
which took me to an aloholic state
to which i am addicted.
Still hearing that song
of yours
though melodious, a sad one
darkening the sleep less nights of mine.
Fire of your love
burning my heart
and shadows of you
in my heart
dancing
to make me cry.
I forgot her
no i didnt.
I just pretended
to forget her
to satisfy my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem