I was going to unlock the dark chasm of anger
from the tiny dungeon in my heart,
but before I set the appointed time
I found that the dragons had decided to fly free
having no suitable home
in the chambers anymore.
And in their place an open window,
into which pink and magical orbs flew
bringing unexpected delights.
Words of pure hope today remembering that the hope is there, ... everyday. Thank you Marie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a nice poem. Particularly liked the first two lines: ' was going to unlock the dark chasm of anger from the tiny dungeon in my heart'...