It seems that when I was at my busiest point,
treading water in this chaotic sea of estrogen,
(that is my life)
you managed to waste my time,
make all these waves spin,
and break my heart.
One day, I was simply floating,
sea and sky on the horizon line.
Today, landscape is a mood,
always tasting salt in my throat and nose,
I feel myself open to sinking under
the heavy weight of unbalanced heart and a pensive mind.
Life is nature.You can trim it, you can tailor it to suit your need.But you can not change it. It is weather, sunny, cloudy. Sometimes full of storm or full of soothing breeze. dear deliah, its really a very good piece. I like it.
I really like the mood in this poem...the ocean is such a perfect metaphor for the effects of love...great work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really loved this.