The seagulls fly in drunken ecstasy
Your lips clutch to mine
The sea roars a distant agony
While death crumbles to the feet of destiny.
Our hands are free
But our fates are sealed
Like lovers in a sinking sea
Amidst the whistling winds of tragedy.
We triumph
For one last time
With your lips clutched
To mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice stanza- Our hands are free But our fates are sealed Like lovers in a sinking sea Amidst the whistling winds of tragedy.