One two three
The third blow
And a fatal blow
Blew my soul
Into the dark room
Where i lie motionless
Speechless
With a body heartless.
A premeditated blow it was
Came like a storm
Hit me right
In the centre of my heart
Tarnishing even the tiniest
Tissues and cells.
Ironical it is!
This fatal blow
Has come from
The pleasant breeze
Of my life...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a wild storm yourself