Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
I was a lake
and I was the sun.
I held you on to my breast.
Give me your fangs
and give me your venom.
I was blue and I am the death.
Centuries of wounds
and million of scars.
Silence of sky
and lull in the clouds.
I am the fire
and I am the gale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I held you on to my breast. Give me your fangs and give me your venom. I was blue and I am the death. Wow. Marvelous. A poem of pure passion and delicate feelings. 10+++ for the poem. Thanks for the sharing. Subhas