when bells tolls, lies expire
truth emerges into a right
hate grows into liquid flow
bigotry is swallowed
when bells tolls, i cry for
memories of yesterday's light
that shines no more, except
when i forget, and call your name
when bells tolls, sadness is
a cold shower, awaking corpuscles
and sundown is whispered dread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly like this poem---Melvina