Void is only half this feeling
as no rewards fall when one goes reaching,
Beyond, thin air hangs arid
as this heart stops beating.
Breathe for me
as you read these words through empty hours,
Filling moments beyond expression.
Leave full with my sentiments unfathomed
while I comb through these strands long tangled,
Breaking off what never was...
mine.
10-6-07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... breaths in strong sentiments to fill the void