All the people around.
All were like stage.
With flowers and blooms,
and spicy-orange scent.
Those fangs of wind.
I thought it slashes through.
I felt I was bleeding,
for the pain almost screams.
Someone kissed me.
Still, my heart was frozen.
Am I jailed for I can't move?
Yet I heard my homeland tunes.
It was such a green land.
Where my memory just perished.
Slowly and surely,
It lingers without persistence.
'Those fangs of wind' is a very interesting idea, and i thought of icy winds in my country. let alone the poems sounds... hem... yes, like some spice
Oh My God! I read this poem because Min Sia added a comment to my poem, Caves of Silence, and so i read this and it is amazing! ! ! ! ! The adjectives are incredible! ! ! How did you get inspiration for this?
an instrospective verses..well narrated and penned...10 Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the semele u tend to use i like the style of ur writings. i think u have a bright future.