Dreading in times of past
Moving with dawdling ocassion
For lingering in dawn
Was his imagination
Light does not possess his soul
But darkness moves inside
The point of contact submerges
When sadness resides
On voyages great and mighty
He slowly moves away
From fight and impair
He moves on through the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) this poem is perfect, thankyouu for putting that up. I love this one loadss -Sofia Darling-