Time they say would heal and restore
Even the broken-most memories of late
Making time the enemy to those who surrenders
And those who are constantly trying to forget
For those who stand vigilant in all loneliness
Are damned to dance in the cold and bitter rain
Against time, and the dying flame of love
All the while waiting and wishing for the end
But then love they say would flicker wherever
Even in coldest hearts and darkest shadow
When hope whistles in dire moments
Just sit and wait for the afterglow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ariffin. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks