You are still,
loved, and in my dreams,
susceptible to haze of dusts and smokes,
Converged to black holes,
Like a stray astroid,
blown to sparks,
my trembling hands,
are frail to touch you,
before my offsprings,
I can make you anoyed,
with revengeful words,
but i am like a disabled ambitions,
Unable to forget you,
Unable to get you.
but i am like a disabled ambitions, Unable to forget you, Unable to get you. wow what a romantic philosophy here..your position in between gain and loss is really a question mark.. and you know a good question is always better the perfect answer..like your philosophical way of expression here in this poem..loved it..yeah quite impressive too
susceptible to haze of dusts and smokes, Converged to black holes, Like a stray astroid, blown to sparks, .......................most passionate write, love seems to jingle by nature, yet ingeniously curved on te rune of dreams,10++++, thanks for sharing
can make you anoyed, with revengeful words, but i am like a disabled ambitions, Unable to forget you, Unable to get you.... I am love birdand long for your each kind gesure... iam unableto forget and thiswhere the poetess has made good difference... lovlyhpoem for allthe time i feelthatway....10 read mine not easy.... i miss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but i am like a disabled ambitions, Unable to forget you, Unable to get you wow what a sweet poem and the idea you expressed here is couragious and inspiring alot. its really a prpfessionally written poem with impressive touches.. romantic abd very much poetic one..well done 10/10