That night...
At home, the evil-doer
announced its presence
and tossed my heart about
That night...
The stiff soul of the snow-capped mountain loomed
and the rivers that were turned into blood
flowed over the face of ashen land
and seeded its imagery into the labyrinth of memory
That night...
The grasslands, worn and ravaged
stopped the last string quartet of life
from being composed or performed
That night. . .
The silent heart of the Golden City
shed its tears under darkness
longing for a new dawn
That night...
Two hovering snowbirds
hearts torn apart
separated in despair
love lost in this land of snow
... That night...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kathup, this poem exudes a sense of sorrow and despair...a powerful and dramatic write... Brian