Burned ashes of my dreams
Collapsed glaciers of snow white
Eyes remained alive
Whereas the soul scratched by the gentle hands
Betrayed.
soul scratched by gentle hands, great lines, very good poem. thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the effect of the ashes and the snow..contrast that deeply meaningful as both are the hard challenge to face..the betrayer, dark and white...how to guess_Soul