Beautiful morning,
The weather is truly fine,
Everything shines,
But they can not relish,
As the dark poetry of their mind
Prevents them from it,
Long time elapses,
Still they can not get rid of the black and unpleasant poesy,
Gradually the weather becomes dull and insipid,
Their names are deleted from the glorious realm.
Nice poetic articulation. But it depends on which side of the fence you stand. Thanks a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful depiction of darkness. Great poetry comes from a good heart and mind. Dark poetry has no dominion over a good heart. A well conveyed write.