Lost she whispers to her bleeding heart,
Her desire for a lost soulmate too,
Her voice whispers a touching tune,
Flowing from her own wounds.
Without the love shes known,
Screaming words and ending with a laugh softly.
Lonely walk to a dark destination,
Chortle without sound
In a silent soft call.
Gentle spoken comfort
From so long ago
She searches for a loving home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning poem. Heartfelt with every line penned. Thank you Milda....10