Writing on the wall
continuous
writing,
writing
the walls burning
the walls heated
red as torches.
o! the night
all the castle walls
burn bright!
and
here and there
there be
shadows giant grey
that in them
the thrills of night
in pregnancy in them
bear.
writing
writing
writing on the wall
continuous
writing,
writing
the walls burning
the walls heated
red as torches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life always writes -writing writing writing on the wall continuous writing, writing the walls burning the walls eated red as torches. thank you sir