blood of remorse
defines the color
of her eyes.
and it chases
her sanctuary
like a dove
lost in the dark.
a surrogate wind
carries her pain,
and in silence -
she cries with shame.
Oh, angel of light!
she, who was once the pillar of might!
why hath thou crumble
in the face of the night?
seek, oh seek for the heart of the meek!
and the light shall glow, for the light must glow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem