Your song is ringing
ringing
placement tears and worry the while
away.
Sunny days are miles into the
fray.
How quickly clouds steal this killing
way.
Fog protests, the heart's entrails,
scanning for your name in the blood
flinging salt in memories;
a tiresome triumph -
hold tight to my love's
sway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last few lines get intense