Dancing on the trembling
flames, virtually
remaining calm, I was just
watching your hands― the palms, and
only the stance of pointing fingers.
I mimic the death
in a cage, burned alive―
or beheaded by a black night
under the moon. One digit added
to the depth of an ocean,
which has no shores.
One day, you will forget
me, walk away from the hand-written
beautiful calligraphy, describing the agony
of man, who would not drop
his pen, even, tyranny tearing away
his limbs.
Most touching poem with tremendous intensity of emotions. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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All that you were left with was the breath. It joined us, a boat traversing the sea. Waves rolled up and passed beneath. They slapped the boards and unbalanced the desired calm. The salt left stains that never completely washed away. The mast superfluous the sails hung limp.