As a symphony lingers in the ears,
As the Sun casts its swift departure's glow,
So do the pains of love and loss and fear
Engross the poet, being all he knows.
The music faded, the aching subdued,
An artist of words cannot escape still
That enchanting prison, that inner feud;
And bastille being life, he never will.
pains of love, loss and fear, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem. Like it.