I left the place
And I died
My declaration goes
I am dead
This is my declaration
And You O my dear
In search of your
New identity
With a ration
That is cognition.
Love's declaration. I had thought I had died too when personals were shown back to me. So embarrassing! But, I love! I love fiercely! I accepted and accept it not to be returned. ok. I still love and that is my heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good, interesting metaphors used in your poem. Leaving, moving on, reflection, recognition. Nicely written.